Antonio Porchia Quotations | Page 2

He who makes a paradise of his bread makes a hell of his hunger.

I am chained to the earth to pay for the freedom of my eyes.

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

I love you as you are, but do not tell me how that is.

Sometimes at night I light a lamp so as not to see.

What do others think they see?

Before I travelled my road I was my road.

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

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

Man goes nowhere. Everything comes to man, like tomorrow.