The love that moves the sun and the other stars.
In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost.
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. Nature is the art of God. Remember tonight... for it is the beginning of always.
If the present world go astray, the cause is in you, in you it is to be sought. The secret of getting things done is to act! Follow your own star! A mighty flame followeth a tiny spark.
Heaven wheels above you, displaying to you her eternal glories, and still your eyes are on the ground.
 And we came forth to contemplate the stars. O human race, born to fly upward, wherefore at a little wind dost thou so fall? Love insists the loved loves back. The path to paradise begins in hell. Perceive ye not that we are worms, designed To form the angelic butterfly, that goes To judgment, leaving all defence behind? From there we came outside and saw the stars
(Dante Alighieri)

As little flowers, which the chill of night has bent and huddled, when the white sun strikes, grow straight and open fully on their stems, so did I, too, with my exhausted force.

Before me, things created were none, save things Eternal, and eternal I endure. All hope abandon, ye who enter here.

My course is set for an uncharted sea.

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

Love, which absolves no beloved one from loving, seized me so strongly with his charm that, as thou seest, it does not leave me yet.

I saw within Its depth how It conceives all things in a single volume bound by Love, of which the universe is the scattered leaves.
(Dante Alighieri)
"In our life there is a single colour, as on an artist's palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love."
Marc Chagall
"Only love interests me, and I am only in contact with things that revolve around love." Marc Chagall
"If I create from the heart, nearly everything works; if from the head, almost nothing."
Marc Chagall