Antonio Porchia

He who goes step by step always finds himself level with a step.

And if you find everything as soon as you look for it, you find it in vain, you look for it in vain.

Not believing has a sickness which is believing a little.

Infancy is what is eternal, and the rest, all the rest, is brevity, extreme brevity.

My poverty is not complete: it lacks me.

Beyond my body my veins are invisible.

Those who gave away their wings are sad not to see them fly.

Certainties are arrived at only on foot.

I stop wanting what I am looking for, looking for it.

What words say does not last. The words last. Because words are always the same, and what they say is never the same.

Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.

Even the smallest of creatures carries the sun in its eyes.

That in man which cannot be domesticated is not his evil but his goodness.

What we pay for with our lives never costs too much.

I have been my own disciple and my own master. And I have been a good disciple but a bad master.

He who has seen everything empty itself is close to knowing what everything is filled with.

Whatever I take, I take too much or too little; I do not take the exact amount. The exact amount is no use to me.

One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.

He who does not know how to believe should not know.

If you are good to this one and that one, this one and that one will say that you are good. If you are good to everyone, no one will say that you are good.

He who does not fill his world with phantoms remains alone.

The chains that bind us the most closely are the ones we have broken.

The children whom nobody leads by the hand are the children who know they are children.

In a full heart there is room for everything, and in an empty heart there is room for nothing.

Set out from any point. They are all alike. They all lead to a point of departure.

Truth has very few friends and those few are suicides.

They will say you are on the wrong road, if it is your own.

God has given a great deal to man, but man would like something from man.

The little things are what is eternal and the rest all the rest is brevity extreme brevity.

I keep my hands empty for the sake of what I have had in them.

We become aware of the void as we fill it.

Night is world lit by itself.

Yes, I will go. I would rather grieve over your absence than over you.

More grievous than tears is the sight of them.

If you do not raise your eyes you will think you are the highest point.

Night is a world lit by itself.

You do not see the river of mourning because it lacks one tear of your own.

He who does not know how to create should not know.