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.
OMAR KHAYYAMThe wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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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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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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I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
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Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
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The Stars are setting and the Caravan Starts for the Dawn of Nothing-Oh, make haste!
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To be free of belief and unbelief is my religion.
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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 unbeliever knows his Koran best.
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I sent my Soul through the Invisible, Some letter of that After-life to spell: And by and by my Soul return’d to me, And answer’d: ‘I Myself am Heav’n and Hell.
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The entire world shall be populous with that action which saves one soul from despair.
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A hair divides what is false and true.
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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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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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Living Life Tomorrow’s fate, though thou be wise, Thou canst not tell nor yet surmise; Pass, therefore, not today in vain, For it will never come again.
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