We become moral when we are unhappy. Marcel Proust.
Nos volvemos morales cuando no somos felices.
But it is sometimes just at the moment when we think that everything is lost that the intimation arrives which may save us; one has knocked on the doors which lead nowhere, and then one stumbles without knowing it on the only door through which one can enter—which one might have sought in vain for a hundred years—and it opens on its own accord. —Proust, In Search of Lost Time.