Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
OMAR KHAYYAMThis clay, so strong of heart, of sense so fine, Surely such clay is more than half divine–‘Tis only fools speak evil of the clay, The very stars are made of clay like mine.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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A drink is shorter than a tale.
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Drink! For you know not whence you came nor why.
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The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.
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The value of three things is justly appreciated by all classes of men: youth, by the old; health, by the diseased; and wealth, by the needy.
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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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Up from Earth’s Centre through the Seventh Gate rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate; And many a Knot unravel’d by the Road; But not the Master-knot of Human Fate.
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Dead yesterdays and unborn tomorrows, why fret about it, if today be sweet.
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A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.
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Tomorrow! – Why, tomorrow I may be Myself with yesterday’s sev’n thousand years.
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Hearts are like tapers, which at beauteous eyes Kindle a flame of love that never dies; And beauty is a flame, where hearts, like moths, Offer themselves a burning sacrifice.
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The Flower that once has blown forever dies.
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So I be written in the Book of Love. I do not care about that Book Above. Erase my name, or write it as you will. So I be written in the Book of Love.
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The unbeliever knows his Koran best.
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I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.
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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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