We are thinking about bad only those who are worse than we are, and those who are better than us … I’m just not up to us … One does not follow it than smell roses. Another of the bitter herbs will produce honey. Give bread to one – will remember forever. Another life donation – do not understand.
OMAR KHAYYAMWe are thinking about bad only those who are worse than we are, and those who are better than us … I’m just not up to us … One does not follow it than smell roses. Another of the bitter herbs will produce honey. Give bread to one – will remember forever. Another life donation – do not understand.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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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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The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.
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Oh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears.
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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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My friend, let’s not think of tomorrow, but let’s enjoy this fleeting moment of life.
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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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To be free of belief and unbelief is my religion.
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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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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 can’t reveal the mystery to either saint or sinner; I can’t state at length what I’ve said curtly; I achieve an altered state that I can’t explain; I have a secret that I cannot share.
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Tomorrow! – Why, tomorrow I may be Myself with yesterday’s sev’n thousand years.
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The moving finger writes; and having writ, moves on.
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And 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.
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Dead yesterdays and unborn tomorrows, why fret about it, if today be sweet.
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Fools, your reward is neither here nor there.
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