Algebras (jabbre and maqabeleh) are geometric facts which are proved by propositions five and six of Book two of Elements.
OMAR KHAYYAMThe thoughtful soul to solitude retires.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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Men talk of heaven, – there is no heaven but here; Men talk of hell, – there is no hell but here; Men of hereafters talk and future lives, – O love, there is no other life – but here.
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Heaven but the vision of fulfilled desire, and Hell the shadow from a soul on fire.
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If I don’t enjoy myself now, when shall I?
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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.
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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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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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You’ve seen the world, and all you’ve seen is nothing; and everything, as well, that you have said and heard is nothing. You’ve sprinted everywhere between here and the horizon; it is nothing. And all the possessions you’ve treasured up at home are nothing.
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Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
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A drink is shorter than a tale.
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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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My friend, let’s not think of tomorrow, but let’s enjoy this fleeting moment of life.
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Fools, your reward is neither here nor there.
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Tomorrow! – Why, tomorrow I may be Myself with yesterday’s sev’n thousand years.
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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 hide my distress, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die. Wine! Wine, roses, music and your indifference to my sadness, my loved-one!
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