..obviously the happy man feels good only because the unhappy bear their burden silently, and without that silence happiness would be impossible.

Dearer to us than a host of truths is an exalting illusion
- Pushkin

...And you know that anyone who at least once in his life has caught a perch, or seen blackbirds migrating in fall, when they rush in flocks over the village on clear, cool days, is no longer a townsman, and will be drawn towards freedom till his dying day... Gooseberries- by A.Chekov