The more perfect a thing the more it feels good and evil.

The path to paradise begins in hell.

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

Through the waters spilled by the spring, I was remade. Forth I fared, a new plant with new leaves in a new time. The stars were there, and I was set to climb.

A l'alta fantasia qui mancò possa;ma già volgeva il mio disio e'l vellesì come rota ch'igualmente è mossa,l'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle.

That 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.

If you follow your natural bent;you will definitely go to heaven