Fools, your reward is neither here nor there.
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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This body is a tent which for a space Does the pure soul with kingly presence grace; When he departs, comes the tent-pitcher, Death, Strikes it, and moves to a new halting-place.
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I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
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The Revelations of Devout and Learn’d Who rose before us, and as Prophets burn’d, Are all but Stories, which, awoke from Sleep They told their comrades, and to Sleep return’d.
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Yes, the first morning of creation wrote what the last dawn of reckoning shall read.
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Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
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Heaven but the vision of fulfilled desire, and Hell the shadow from a soul on fire.
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A drink is shorter than a tale.
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I have not asked for life. But I try to accept whatever life brings without surprise. And I shall depart again without having questioned anyone about my strange stay here on earth.
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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 hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.
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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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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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The unbeliever knows his Koran best.
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The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.
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So when that Angel of the darker Drink, at last shall find you by the river-brink, And, offering his Cup, invite your Soul forth to your Lips to quaff-you shall not shrink.
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