Antonio Porchia (1886 – 1968)
Argentinian writer and poet.
You have nothing and you would give me a world. I owe you a world.
He who has seen everything empty itself is close to knowing what everything is filled with.
I keep my hands empty for the sake of what I have had in them.
When I look for my existence, I do not look for it in myself.
A child shows his toy, a man hides his.
The mystery brings peace to my eyes, not blindness.
He who makes a paradise of his bread makes a hell of his hunger.
Man goes nowhere, everything comes to man like tomorrow.
The deep in me is everything. But it is everything without me. Because everything that is deep, is only everything.
Sometimes I believe that evil is everything, and that good is only a beautiful desire for evil.
Some things, in order to show me their lack of existence, became mine.
Man lives measuring, and he’s the measure of nothing. Not even of himself.
I have come one step away from everything and here I stay, far from everything, one step away.
Only a few arrive at nothing, because the road is long.
What you do is not what you think you do.
He is small who hides in order to show himself.
When your suffering is a little greater than my suffering, I feel like I am a little cruel.
When I throw away what I don't want, it will fall within reach.
Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists.
If we didn’t lose anything during life, we would lose life without anything.