A hair divides what is false and true.
Omar Khayyam
And that inverted bowl we call The Sky, where under crawling coop't we live and die, lift not thy hands to It for help - for it rolls impotently on as thou or I.
Omar Khayyam
Drink! for you know not whence you came nor why: drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.
Omar Khayyam
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.
Omar Khayyam
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 Khayyam
Oh, the brave Music of a distant drum!
Omar Khayyam
The moving finger writes, and having written moves on. Nor all thy piety nor all thy wit, can cancel half a line of it.
Omar Khayyam
The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.
Omar Khayyam
There was a door to which I found no key: There was the veil through which I might not see.
Omar Khayyam
'Tis all a Checker-board of Nights and days where Destiny with Men for Pieces plays: Hither and thither moves, and mates and slays, and one by one back in the Closet lays.
Omar Khayyam
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.
Omar Khayyam
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Type:
Poet
Date of Birth:
1048-05-18
Year of Death:
1131
Nationality:
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