The delight of a human heart at the light of truth, at the flow of wisdomthe delight of a human heart, of a believing heart, of a holy heartthere is no pleasure that can ever be compared to it, even by being called a lesser pleasure. If you say its less, then by growing it could become equal. I dont want to say its less; I dont compare themits of another kind, its far different. What is it that youre all now considering, that youre all listening for, that excites you all, and that, when something true is said, delights you? What did you see? What did you grasp? What color appeared to your eyes? What shape, what figure, what size, what features, what bodily beauty? Not one of them. Any yet you love it. For how would you praise it if you did not love it? And how could you love it, if you saw nothing? Without my showing you any bodily form, features, color, lovely movements, without my showing any of these, you still see, love, and praise. If this delight in the truth is sweet now, it will be much sweeter then. (Augustine, Sermon 179, 6, 6; PL 38, 969-70)