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My bits of time play with eternity.

Antonio Porchia

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Antonio Porchia
Age: 81 †
Born: 1886
Born: November 25
Died: 1968
Died: November 6
Aphorist
Poet
Writer
Eternity
Bits
Play
Time

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Even the smallest of creatures carries the sun in its eyes.
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When I die, I will not see myself die, for the first time.
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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.
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Yes, one must suffer, even in vain, so as not to have lived in vain.
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I have scarcely touched the sky and I am made of it.
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Not believing has a sickness which is believing a little.
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Man, when he is merely what he seems to be, is almost nothing.
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He who tells the truth says almost nothing.
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Almost always it is the fear of being ourselves that brings us to the mirror.
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Following straight lines shortens distances, and also life.
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A little candor never leaves me. It is what protects me.
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When everything is finished, the mornings are sad.
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I believe that the soul consists of its sufferings. For the soul that cures its own sufferings dies.
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Humanity does not know where to go because no one is waiting for it: not even God.
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The shadows: some hide, others reveal.
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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.
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The confession of one man humbles all.
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You think you are killing me. I think you are committing suicide.
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Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.
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