If your world isn't right, the cause is in you.

Now you know how much my love for you burns deep in me when I forget about our emptiness, and deal with shadows as with solid things.

Love kindled by virtue always kindles another, provided that its flame appear outwardly.

There is a place in Hell called the Malebolge.

Art, as far as it is able, follows nature, as a pupil imitates his master; thus your art must be, as it were, God's grandchild.

Curb your talent lest it speed where virtue does not guide.

Thus you may understand that love alone is the true seed of every merit in you, and of all acts for which you must atone.