But love and its joys, love and its pleasures limited by the senses, are but the imperfect image of the love which unites you to your celestial Spouse.
All earthly joy is mixed with anguish, with discontent.

If love ought not to pall then death should end it while its flame is high, so that we see no ashes.

But in God our wretchedness becomes delight, joy lives upon itself and multiplies, and grows, and has no limit.

In the Earthly life our fleeting love is ended by tribulation; in the Spiritual life the tribulations of a day end in joys unending.

The soul is ceaselessly joyful.