Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go, Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!
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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It’s too bad if a heart lacks fire, and is deprived of the light of a heart ablaze. The day on which you are without passionate love is the most wasted day of your life.
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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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I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.
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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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Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.
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This clay, so strong of heart, of sense so fine, Surely such clay is more than half divine–‘Tis only fools speak evil of the clay, The very stars are made of clay like mine.
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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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I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.
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You know, my friends, with what a brave carouse I made a Second Marriage in my house; favored old barren reason from my bed, and took the daughter of the vine to spouse.
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The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.
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To friends and eke to foes true kindness show; No kindly heart unkindly deeds will do; Harshness will alienate a bosom friend. And kindness reconcile a deadly foe.
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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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I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.
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Fools, your reward is neither here nor there.
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I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
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