Justice is the soul of the universe.
OMAR KHAYYAMOh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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I have not asked for life. But I try to accept whatever life brings without surprise. And I shall depart again without having questioned anyone about my strange stay here on earth.
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Up from Earth’s Centre through the Seventh Gate rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate; And many a Knot unravel’d by the Road; But not the Master-knot of Human Fate.
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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 rose that once has bloomed forever dies.
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Dead yesterdays and unborn tomorrows, why fret about it, if today be sweet.
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The entire world shall be populous with that action which saves one soul from despair.
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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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The moving finger writes; and having writ, moves on.
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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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For in and out, above, about, below, ‘Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-show, Played in a Box whose Candle is the Sun, Round which we Phantom Figures come and go.
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Oh, the brave Music of a distant drum!
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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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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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To-day is thine to spend, but not to-morrow; Counting on morrows breedeth bankrupt sorrow: O squander not this breath that Heaven hath lent thee; Make not too sure another breath to borrow.
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