51 Quotes by Edward FitzGerald

Tis all a Checkerboard of Nights and Days Where Destiny with Men for Pieces plays: Hither and thither moves, and mates, and stays, And one by one back in the Closet lays.

A book of verses underneath the bough, A jug of wine, a loaf of bread-and thou.

The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one

There was the Door to which I found no key; There was the Veil through which I might see

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.

If you can prove to me that one miracle took place, I will believe he is a just God who damned us all because a woman ate an apple.

And much as Wine has played the Infidel, And robbed me of my Robe of Honor Well, I often wonder what the Vintners buy One half so precious as the stuff they sell.

Strange, is it not? That of the myriads who Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the Road Which to discover we must travel too.

Think then you are Today what Yesterday you were - Tomorrow you shall not be less