51 Quotes by Edward FitzGerald

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

I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.

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

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

I came like Water, and like Wind I go.

Taste is the feminine of genius.