The books or the music in which we thought the beauty was located will betray us if we trust to them; it was not in them, it only came through them, and what came out through them was longing. These things—the beauty, the memory of our past—are good images of what we really desire; but if they are mistaken for the things itself they turn into dumb idols, breaking the hearts of their worshippers. For they are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have not visited.
As I was checking my exegesis papers, I realized that I have not been as thorough as I should have been. There are a lot of errors in there in interpretation and in the commentries...anyways, that's why I'm studying the thing (exegseis).