Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss’d Of the Two Worlds so wisely – they are thrust Like foolish Prophets forth; their Words to Scorn Are scattered, and their mouths are stopped with Dust.
OMAR KHAYYAMAnd 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.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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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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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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Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
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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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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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Heaven has not learned of my arrival, and my departure will not in the least diminish it beauty and grandeur. I will sleep underground, for us ephemeral mortals, the only eternity is the moment and drinking to the moment is better than weeping for it.
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The Stars are setting and the Caravan Starts for the Dawn of Nothing-Oh, make haste!
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When you are so full of sorrow that you can’t walk, can’t cry anymore, think about the green foliage that sparkles after the rain. When the daylight exhausts you, when you hope a final night will cover the world, think about the awakening of a young child.
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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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Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.
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I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
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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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Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youths sweet-scented Manuscript should close!
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If I don’t enjoy myself now, when shall I?
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