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 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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Fools, your reward is neither here nor there.
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Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.
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A drink is shorter than a tale.
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Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
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Justice is the soul of the universe.
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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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You know how little while we have to stay, And, once departed, may return no more.
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The moving finger writes; and having writ, moves on.
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Drink! For you know not whence you came nor why.
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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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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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Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul.
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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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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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And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky, Whereunder crawling cooped we live and die, Lift not your hands to It for help-for it As impotently moves as you or I
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