One believes things because one has been conditioned to believe them. Finding bad reasons for what one believes for other bad reasons- that's philoso… - Aldous Huxley

Not quite. I'm thinking of a queer feeling I sometimes get, a feel that I've got something important to say and the power to say it — only I don't know what it is, and I can't make any use of the power.

Of course it does. Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn't nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.

Silence is as full of potential wisdom and wit as the unshown marble of great sculpture.