Nothing is really ours until we share it.
Am I lost or just less found?
Now Eros makes a man really want, not a woman, but one particular woman. In some mysterious but quite indisputable fashion the lover desires the Beloved herself, not the pleasure she can give.
Pooh! Grown-ups are always thinking of uninteresting explanations.
We know nothing of religion here: we only think of Christ.
There is but one good; that is God. Everything else is good when it looks to Him and bad when it turns from Him.