158 Quotes by Omar Khayyám

Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End!

Up from Earth's Centre through the Seventh Gate rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate; And many a Knot unravel'd by the Road; But not the Master-knot of Human Fate.

The Stars are setting and the Caravan Starts for the Dawn of Nothing-Oh, make haste!

The unbeliever knows his Koran best.

Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd Of the Two Worlds so wisely - they are thrust Like foolish Prophets forth; their Words to Scorn Are scattered, and their mouths are stopped with Dust.

Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul.

The Grape that can with Logic absolute The Two-and-Seventy jarring Sects confute: The sovereign Alchemist that in a trice Life's leaden metal into Gold transmute.

To-day is thine to spend, but not to-morrow; Counting on morrows breedeth bankrupt sorrow: O squander not this breath that Heaven hath lent thee; Make not too sure another breath to borrow.

Fools, your reward is neither here nor there.