The Flower that once has blown forever dies.
— Omar Khayyam
The moving finger writes, and having written moves on. Nor all thy piety nor all thy wit, can cancel half a line of it.
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.
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.
Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.
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.
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.
When I want to understand what is happening today or try to decide what will happen tomorrow, I look back.
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.
There was a door to which I found no key: There was the veil through which I might not see.
A hair divides what is false and true.
