The entire world shall be populous with that action which saves one soul from despair.
OMAR KHAYYAMSo 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.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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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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Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup Before Life’s Liquor in its Cup be dry.
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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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Indeed the Idols I have loved so long, have done my credit in this World much wrong; have drowned my Glory in a shallow Cup, and sold my Reputation for a Song.
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We are in truth but pieces on this chess board of life, which in the end we leave, only to drop one by one into the grave of nothingness.
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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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The Flower that once has blown forever dies.
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When I want to understand what is happening today or try to decide what will happen tomorrow, I look back.
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Justice is the soul of the universe.
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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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Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youths sweet-scented Manuscript should close!
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He who has one enemy shall meet him everywhere.
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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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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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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.
OMAR KHAYYAM