The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.
OMAR KHAYYAMFools, your reward is neither here nor there.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
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But helpless Pieces of the Game He plays Upon this Checker-board of Nights and Days; Hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays, And one by one back in the Closet lays.
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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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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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And this I know; whether the one True Light Kindle to Love, or Wrath consume me quite, One flash of it within the Tavern caught Better than in the temple lost outright.
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Oh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears.
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To wisely live your life, you don’t need to know much just remember two main rules for the beginning: You better starve, than eat whatever And better be alone, than with whoever.
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The wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell.
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If I don’t enjoy myself now, when shall I?
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The moving finger writes; and having writ, moves on.
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Tomorrow! – Why, tomorrow I may be Myself with yesterday’s sev’n thousand years.
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Justice is the soul of the universe.
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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.
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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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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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