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Antonio Porchia 

I know what I have given you.
I do not know what you have received.

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

Truth has very few friends and those few are suicides.

He who holds me by a thread is not strong; the thread is strong.

Yes, they are mistaken, because they do not know.
And if they knew... Nothing.
They would not even be mistaken.

Every is like the rivers: the work of the slopes.

They have stopped deceiving you, not loving you.
And it seems to you that they have stopped loving you.

Not every does evil, but everyone stands acussed.

What we pay for with our lives never costs too much.

We have a world for each one, but we do not have a world for all.

The tree is alone, the cloud is alone.
Everything is alone when I am alone.

If you are not going to change your route, why change your guide ?