O power of fantasy that steals our minds from things outside, to leave us unaware, although a thousand trumpets may blow loud--what stirs you if the senses show you nothing? Light stirs you, formed in Heaven, by itself, or by His will Who sends it down to us.
Dante AlighieriBecause there is no man who can be true and just judge of himself, so much will self-love deceive him.
Dante AlighieriImagination, that dost so abstract us That we are not aware, not even when A thousand trumpets sound about our ears!
Dante AlighieriThat infinite and indescribable good which is there above races as swiftly to love as a ray of light to a bright body.It gives of itself according to the ardor it finds, so that as charity spreads farther the eternal good increases upon it,and the more souls there are who love, up there, the more there are to love well, and the more love they reflect to each other, as in a mirror.
Dante Alighieri