I believe that the soul consists of its sufferings. For the soul that cures its own sufferings dies. - Antonio Porchia - Quotesmemo.com

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Where is our comfort but in the free, uninvolved, finally mysterious beauty and grace of this world that we did not make, that has no price? Where is our sanity but there? Where is our pleasure but in working and resting kindly in the presence of this world? (pg. 215, Economy and Pleasure)

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Antonio Porchia

I believe that the soul consists of its sufferings. For the soul that cures its own sufferings dies.

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Where is our comfort but in the free, uninvolved, finally mysterious beauty and grace of this world that we did not make, that has no price? Where is our sanity but there? Where is our pleasure but in working and resting kindly in the presence of this world? (pg. 215, Economy and Pleasure)

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