Omar Khayyam

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

— 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

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

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

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

The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.

— Omar Khayyam

A hair divides what is false and true.

— Omar Khayyam

Oh, the brave Music of a distant drum!

— 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

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