Antonio Porchia (1886 – 1968)
Argentinian writer and poet.
When I’m nothing more, won’t I be more nothing? How I’d like not to be more nothing when I’m nothing more!
Man talks about everything, and he talks about everything as though the understanding of everything were all inside him.
Yes, I will go. I would rather grieve over your absence than over you.
And if you became man, what else could you become?
The soul of all is only the soul of each one.
My dead go on suffering in me the pain of living.
One who searches for a larger good in his good, loses his good.
If you could escape your sufferings and did so, where would you go outside of them?
I talk thinking that I shouldn't talk: that is how I talk.
When you and the truth speak to me, I do not listen to the truth. I listen to you.
When I have ceased to exist, I won’t ever have existed.
Without this ridiculous vanity that takes the form of self-display and is part of everything and everyone, we would see nothing, and nothing would exist.
Everything is nothing, but afterwards. After having suffered everything.
Man is a thing children learn. A childish thing.
It is less degrading to fear than to be feared.
My neighbor's poverty makes me feel poor; my own does not.
I also had a summer and burned myself in its name.
I know what I have given you, I do not know what you have received.
After all this running away from finished things, I ran into myself as a finished thing. And I’m still running away from finished things.
To be in company is not to be with someone, but to be in someone.