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.
OMAR KHAYYAMA drink is shorter than a tale.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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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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A drink is shorter than a tale.
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The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
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To be free of belief and unbelief is my religion.
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Justice is the soul of the universe.
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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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Ah Love! could you and I with him conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire Would we not shatter it to bits-and then Re-mould it nearer to the Heart’s Desire?
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How sad, a heart that does not know how to love, that does not know what it is to be drunk with love. If you are not in love, how can you enjoy the blinding light of the sun, the soft light of the moon?
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The moving finger writes; and having writ, moves on.
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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 secret must be kept from all non-people. The mystery must be hidden from all idiots.
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If I don’t enjoy myself now, when shall I?
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Oh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears.
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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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Drink! for you know not when you came, nor why; Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.
OMAR KHAYYAM