Heaven wheels above you, displaying to you her eternal glories, and still your eyes are on the ground.

Open your mind to what I shall disclose, and hold it fast within you; he who hears, but does not hold what he has heard, learns nothing. Beatrice - Canto V 40-42

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

…all things created have an order in themselves, and this begets the form that lets the universe resemble God.

He loves but little who can say and count in words, how much he loves.

Imagination, that dost so abstract us That we are not aware, not even when A thousand trumpets sound about our ears!

e quindi uscimmo a riveder le stelle" ("and thence we came forth to see again the stars")