The entire world shall be populous with that action which saves one soul from despair.
OMAR KHAYYAMAh, take the Cash, and let the Credit go, Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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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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Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring The Winter Garment of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time has but a little way To fly-and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing.
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The wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell.
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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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Algebras (jabbre and maqabeleh) are geometric facts which are proved by propositions five and six of Book two of Elements.
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So 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.
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You know how little while we have to stay, And, once departed, may return no more.
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The secret must be kept from all non-people. The mystery must be hidden from all idiots.
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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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Oh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears.
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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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The value of three things is justly appreciated by all classes of men: youth, by the old; health, by the diseased; and wealth, by the needy.
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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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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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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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