Algebras (jabbre and maqabeleh) are geometric facts which are proved by propositions five and six of Book two of Elements.
OMAR KHAYYAMThe entire world shall be populous with that action which saves one soul from despair.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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The moving finger writes; and having writ, moves on.
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Oh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears.
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A hair divides what is false and true.
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Here’s to the man Who owns the land That bears the grapes That makes the wine That tastes as good As this does.
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My friend, let’s not think of tomorrow, but let’s enjoy this fleeting moment of life.
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Think, in this batter’d Caravanserai Whose portals are alternate Night and Day, How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp Abode his destin’d Hour and went his way.
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Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go, Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!
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To be free of belief and unbelief is my religion.
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Yes, the first morning of creation wrote what the last dawn of reckoning shall read.
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Oh, the brave Music of a distant drum!
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As far as you can avoid it, do not give grief to anyone. Never inflict your rage on another. If you hope for eternal rest, feel the pain yourself; but don’t hurt others.
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Give me a flagon of red wine, a book of verses, a loaf of bread, and a little idleness. If with such store I might sit by thy dear side in some lonely place, I should deem myself happier than a king in his kingdom.
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To-day is thine to spend, but not to-morrow; Counting on morrows breedeth bankrupt sorrow: O squander not this breath that Heaven hath lent thee; Make not too sure another breath to borrow.
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For in and out, above, about, below, ‘Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-show, Played in a Box whose Candle is the Sun, Round which we Phantom Figures come and go.
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Ah Love! could you and I with him conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire Would we not shatter it to bits-and then Re-mould it nearer to the Heart’s Desire?
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