Omar Khayyam

A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.

The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.

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

There was a door to which I found no key: There was the veil through which I might not see.

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.

The Flower that once has blown forever dies.

When I want to understand what is happening today or try to decide what will happen tomorrow, I look back.

A hair divides what is false and true.

The moving finger writes, and having written moves on. Nor all thy piety nor all thy wit, can cancel half a line of it.

Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.

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.

The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes - or it prospers; and anon, Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face, Lighting a little hour or two - is gone.

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.