Omar Khayyam

Drink! for you know not whence you came nor why: drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.

The moving finger writes and having writ moves on.

The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.

The moving finger writes, and having written moves on. Nor all thy piety nor all thy wit, can cancel half a line of it.

A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.

You know, my friends, with what a brave carouse I made a Second Marriage in my house; favored old barren reason from my bed, and took the daughter of the vine to spouse.

When I want to understand what is happening today or try to decide what will happen tomorrow, I look back.

The Flower that once has blown forever dies.

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.

Ah make the most of what we yet may spend Before we too into the Dust descend.

Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.

When I want to understand what is happening today or try to decide what will happen tomorrow I look back.

It's too bad if a heart lacks fire, and is deprived of the light of a heart ablaze. Theday on which you are without passionate love is the most wasted day of your life.

A hair divides what is false and true.

Heavn but the Vision of fulfilld Desire And Hell the Shadow from a Soul on fire.

The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes - or it prospers; and anon, Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face, Lighting a little hour or two - is gone.

From the house of unbelief to true religion is a single breath; From the world of doubt to certainty is a single breath; Enjoy this precious single breath, for the harvest of our whole lives is that same one breath.

Algebras are geometric facts which are proved.

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.

Your hand can seize today, but not tomorrow; and thoughts of your tomorrow are nothing but desire.

There was a door to which I found no key: There was the veil through which I might not see.