My friend, let's not think of tomorrow, but let's enjoy this fleeting moment of life. — Omar Khayyam Copy Share Image
“The secrets eternal neither you know nor I And answers to the riddle neither you know nor I Behind the veil there is much… — Omar Khayyám Copy Share Image
“And do you think that unto such as you A maggot-minded, starved, fanatic crew God gave a secret, and denied it me? Well, well—what… — Omar Khayyâm Copy Share Image
How much more of the mosque, of prayer and fasting? Better go drunk and begging round the taverns. Khayyam, drink wine, for soon this… — Omar Khayyam Copy Share Image
“It is a shame for anyone to be well-known for righteousness. It is a great disgrace to feel distress at the injustice of the… — Omar Khayyám Copy Share Image
“Why do you sell your wine, merchant? What can they give you in exchange for your wine? Money? … And what can money give you? Power? … Aren't you the owner of the world when you are holding a drink? Is anyone richer than you, who have gold in your cup, Rubies, Pearls, Dreams, and Love? Don't you feel the… — Omar Khayyám Copy Share
“Why, if the Soul can fling the Dust aside, And naked on the Air of Heaven ride, Is it not a Shame--is it not… — Omar Khayyám Copy Share Image
Don't cry upon you losses Don't mesure today with tommorows Don't trust to passed and coming day Believe in now - and be happy… — Omar Khayyam Copy Share Image
In monasteries, seminaries, retreats and synagogues, they fear hell and seek paradise. Those who know the mysteries of God never let that seed be… — Omar Khayyam Copy Share Image
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… — Omar Khayyam Copy Share Image
“When your soul and mine have left our bodies and we are burried alongside each other, a Potter may one day mould the dust… — Omar Khayyám Copy Share Image
How sad, a heart that does not know how to love, that does not know what it is to be drunk with love. If… — Omar Khayyam Copy Share Image
Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go, Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum! — Omar Khayyam Copy Share Image
