The secret must be kept from all non-people. The mystery must be hidden from all idiots.
OMAR KHAYYAMUp 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.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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Tomorrow! – Why, tomorrow I may be Myself with yesterday’s sev’n thousand years.
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Think not I dread to see my spirit fly, Through the dark gates of fell mortality; Death has no terrors when the life is true; ‘Tis living ill that makes us fear to die.
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I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
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Drink! for you know not when you came, nor why; Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.
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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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A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.
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It’s too bad if a heart lacks fire, and is deprived of the light of a heart ablaze. The day on which you are without passionate love is the most wasted day of your life.
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Algebras (jabbre and maqabeleh) are geometric facts which are proved by propositions five and six of Book two of Elements.
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Living Life Tomorrow’s fate, though thou be wise, Thou canst not tell nor yet surmise; Pass, therefore, not today in vain, For it will never come again.
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Oh, the brave Music of a distant drum!
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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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Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul.
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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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The wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell.
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Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youths sweet-scented Manuscript should close!
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