Confessions - pg. 151

I love not these things when I love my God; and yet I love a certain kind of light, and sound, and fragrance, food, and embracement of my inner man -- where that light shineth unto my soul which no place can contain, where that soundeth which time snatcheth not away, where there is a fragrance which no breeze disperseth, where there is a food which no eating can diminish, and where that clingeth which no satiety can sunder. This is what I love, when I love my God.