If things are real, they're there all the time.
Sexual appetite, like any other appetite, grows by indulgence
God whispers in our pleasures, but shouts in our pain.
That is what mortals misunderstand. They say of some temporal sufferring, "No future bliss can make up for it" not knowing that Heaven, once attained, will work backwards and turn even that agony into a glory.
If God is satisfied with the work, the work may be satisfied with itself.
I willingly believe that the damned are, in one sense, successful, rebels to the end; that the doors of hell are locked on the inside.