Antonio Porchia (1886 – 1968)
Argentinian writer and poet.
Treat me as you should treat me, not as I should be treated.
We tear life out of life to use it for looking at itself.
Chimeras come alone and leave accompanied.
My dignity asks him who does me no harm to do me no harm. Of him who harms me it asks nothing.
One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.
Those who gave away their wings are sad not to see them fly.
The condemnation of an error is another error.
One who dwells in evil doesn’t leave, for fear of running into...evil.
If I didn’t think the sun looked at me a little, I wouldn’t look at it.
If you don’t have to change routes, why should you change guides?
When I'm content with nothing is when I'm content with everything.
To rise it is necessary to go higher, but height is also necessary.
More tearful than crying is seeing someone cry.
Some, in getting ahead of everyone, are winning themselves the desert.
In the eternal dream, eternity is the same as an instant. Maybe I will come back in an instant.
My body separates me from all beings and all things. Only my body.
The cold is a good counselor, but it is cold.
Before each new drama, I ask myself: is this the drama?
I believe that the soul consists of its sufferings. For the soul that cures its own sufferings dies.
If I were someone who led himself, I would not take the path that leads to death.