Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss’d Of the Two Worlds so wisely – they are thrust Like foolish Prophets forth; their Words to Scorn Are scattered, and their mouths are stopped with Dust.
OMAR KHAYYAMThe secret must be kept from all non-people. The mystery must be hidden from all idiots.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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Oh, the brave Music of a distant drum!
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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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Oh Thou, who Man of baser Earth didst make, And ev’n with Paradise devise the snake; For all the Sin wherewith the Face of Man Is blackened – Man’s forgiveness give and take!
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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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Don’t cry upon your losses Don’t measure today with tomorows Don’t trust to be passed and coming day believe in now – and be happy today.
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A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.
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And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky, Whereunder crawling cooped we live and die, Lift not your hands to It for help-for it As impotently moves as you or I
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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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Tomorrow! – Why, tomorrow I may be Myself with yesterday’s sev’n thousand years.
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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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The moving finger writes; and having writ, moves on.
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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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Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup Before Life’s Liquor in its Cup be dry.
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Drink wine. This is life eternal. This is all that youth will give you. It is the season for wine, roses and drunken friends. Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.
OMAR KHAYYAM