One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.
From Antonio Porchia
He who has seen everything empty itself is close to knowing what everything is filled with.
In a full heart there is room for everything, and in an empty heart there is room for nothing.
Infancy is what is eternal, and the rest, all the rest, is brevity, extreme brevity.
Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.
He who does not know how to create should not know.
Set out from any point. They are all alike. They all lead to a point of departure.
Those who gave away their wings are sad not to see them fly.
Whatever I take, I take too much or too little; I do not take the exact amount. The exact amount is no use to me.
If you do not raise your eyes you will think you are the highest point.
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