By Fate full many a heart has been undone, And many a sprightly rose made woe-begone; Plume thee not on thy lusty youth and strength: Full many a bud is blasted ere its bloom.
OMAR KHAYYAMOh, the brave Music of a distant drum!
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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Myself when young did eagerly frequent doctor and saint, and heard great argument about it and about: but evermore came out by the same door as in I went.
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The secret must be kept from all non-people. The mystery must be hidden from all idiots.
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I can’t reveal the mystery to either saint or sinner; I can’t state at length what I’ve said curtly; I achieve an altered state that I can’t explain; I have a secret that I cannot share.
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I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
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Heaven but the vision of fulfilled desire, and Hell the shadow from a soul on fire.
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You know how little while we have to stay, And, once departed, may return no more.
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We are thinking about bad only those who are worse than we are, and those who are better than us … I’m just not up to us … One does not follow it than smell roses. Another of the bitter herbs will produce honey. Give bread to one – will remember forever. Another life donation – do not understand.
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Into this universe, and why not knowing Nor whence, like water willy-nilly flowing; And out of it, as wind along the wate, I know not whither, willy-nilly blowing.
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Wake! For the Sun, who scatter’d into flight The Stars before him from the Field of Night, Drives Night along with them from Heav’n, and strikes The Sultan’s Turret with a Shaft of Light.
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Justice is the soul of the universe.
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I sent my Soul through the Invisible, Some letter of that After-life to spell: And by and by my Soul return’d to me, And answer’d: ‘I Myself am Heav’n and Hell.
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The Stars are setting and the Caravan Starts for the Dawn of Nothing-Oh, make haste!
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There was a door to which I found no key: There was the veil through which I might not see.
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Drink! For you know not whence you came nor why.
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Oh, the brave Music of a distant drum!
OMAR KHAYYAM