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.
OMAR KHAYYAMWake! For the Sun, who scatter’d into flight The Stars before him from the Field of Night, Drives Night along with them from Heav’n, and strikes The Sultan’s Turret with a Shaft of Light.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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The Stars are setting and the Caravan Starts for the Dawn of Nothing-Oh, make haste!
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Justice is the soul of the universe.
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Here’s to the man Who owns the land That bears the grapes That makes the wine That tastes as good As this does.
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I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
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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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Into this universe, and why not knowing Nor whence, like water willy-nilly flowing; And out of it, as wind along the wate, I know not whither, willy-nilly blowing.
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So I be written in the Book of Love. I do not care about that Book Above. Erase my name, or write it as you will. So I be written in the Book of Love.
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This body is a tent which for a space Does the pure soul with kingly presence grace; When he departs, comes the tent-pitcher, Death, Strikes it, and moves to a new halting-place.
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If I don’t enjoy myself now, when shall I?
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Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul.
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A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.
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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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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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He who has one enemy shall meet him everywhere.
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Hearts are like tapers, which at beauteous eyes Kindle a flame of love that never dies; And beauty is a flame, where hearts, like moths, Offer themselves a burning sacrifice.
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