Still Desiring, We Live Without Hope.

He Who Sees A Need And Waits To Be Asked For Help Is As Unkind As If He Had Refused It.

He Is, Most Of All, L'amor Che Move Il Sole E L'altre Stelle.

No Sadness Is Greater Than In Misery To Rehearse Memories Of Joy.

Because Your Question Searches For Deep Meaning, I Shall Explain In Simple Words

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.