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.
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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The entire world shall be populous with that action which saves one soul from despair.
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Oh Thou, who Man of baser Earth didst make, And ev’n with Paradise devise the snake; For all the Sin wherewith the Face of Man Is blackened – Man’s forgiveness give and take!
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Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
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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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Myself when young did eagerly frequent doctor and saint, and heard great argument about it and about: but evermore came out by the same door as in I went.
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Why ponder thus the future to foresee, and jade thy brain to vain perplexity? Cast off thy care, leave Allah’s plans to him – He formed them all without consulting thee.
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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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In monasteries, seminaries, retreats and synagogues, they fear hell and seek paradise. Those who know the mysteries of God never let that seed be planted in their souls.
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Drink! for you know not when you came, nor why; Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.
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Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup Before Life’s Liquor in its Cup be dry.
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Yes, the first morning of creation wrote what the last dawn of reckoning shall read.
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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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You’ve seen the world, and all you’ve seen is nothing; and everything, as well, that you have said and heard is nothing. You’ve sprinted everywhere between here and the horizon; it is nothing. And all the possessions you’ve treasured up at home are nothing.
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Dead yesterdays and unborn tomorrows, why fret about it, if today be sweet.
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