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.
Think not I dread to see my spirit fly,Through the dark gates of fell mortality;Death has no terrors when the life is true;'Tis living ill that makes us fear to die.
The rose that once has bloomed forever dies.
My friend, let's not think of tomorrow, but let's enjoy this fleeting moment of life.
When I want to understand what is happening today or try to decide what will happen tomorrow, I look back.
When you are so full of sorrowthat you can't walk, can't cry anymore,think about the green foliage that sparkles afterthe rain. When the daylight exhausts you, whenyou hope a final night will cover the world,think about the awakening of a young child.
The value of three things is justly appreciated by all classes of men: youth, by the old; health, by the diseased; and wealth, by the needy.
I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.
I have not asked for life. But I try to accept whatever life brings without surprise. And I shall depart again without having questioned anyone about my strange stay here on earth.
How much more of the mosque, of prayer and fasting?Better go drunk and begging round the taverns.Khayyam, drink wine, for soon this clay of yoursWill make a cup, bowl, one day a jar.When once you hear the roses are in bloom,Then is the time, my love, to pour the wine;Houris and palaces and Heaven and Hell-These are but fairy-tales, forget them all.
To be free of belief and unbelief is my religion.
It's too bad if a heart lacks fire,and is deprived of the light of a heart ablaze.The day on which you arewithout passionate loveis the most wasted day of your life.
We are thinking about bad only those who are worse than we are, and those who are better than us ... I'm just not up to us ... One does not follow it than smell roses. Another of the bitter herbs will produce honey. Give bread to one - will remember forever. Another life donation - do not understand ...
I sent my Soul through the Invisible, Some letter of that After-life to spell: And by and by my Soul return'd to me, And answer'd: 'I Myself am Heav'n and Hell
The moving finger writes, and having written moves on. Nor all thy piety nor all thy wit, can cancel half a line of it.
Dead yesterdays and unborn tomorrows, why fret about it, if today be sweet.
Give me a flagon of red wine, a book of verses, a loaf of bread, and a little idleness. If with such store I might sit by thy dear side in some lonely place, I should deem myself happier than a king in his kingdom.
Don't cry upon you lossesDon't mesure today with tommorowsDon't trust to passed and coming dayBelieve in now - and be happy today.
Realise this: one day your soulwill depart from your body and you willbe drawn behind the curtain that floats between usand the unknown. While you wait for that moment, be happy,because you don't know where you came from andyou don't know where you will be going.
Men talk of heaven, - there is no heaven but here; Men talk of hell, - there is no hell but here; Men of hereafters talk and future lives, - O love, there is no other life - but here.
How sad, a heart thatdoes not know how to love, thatdoes not know what it is to be drunk with love.If you are not in love, how can you enjoythe blinding light of the sun,the soft light of the moon?
Drink wine. This is life eternal. This is all that youth will give you. It is the season for wine, roses and drunken friends. Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.
As far as you can avoid it, do not give grief to anyone. Never inflict your rage on another. If you hope for eternal rest, feel the pain yourself; but don't hurt others.
To wisely live your life, you don't need to know muchJust rememeber two main rules for the beginning:You better starve, than eat whateverAnd better be alone, than with whoever.
Algebras are geometric facts which are proved.
But helpless Pieces of the Game He playsUpon this Checker-board of Nights and Days;Hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays,And one by one back in the Closet lays.
Indeed the Idols I have loved so long, have done my credit in this World much wrong; have drowned my Glory in a shallow Cup, and sold my Reputation for a Song.
For in and out, above, about, below, 'Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-show, Played in a Box whose Candle is the Sun, Round which we Phantom Figures come and go.
Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End!
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.
Fools, your reward is neither here nor there.
Oh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears.
This body is a tent which for a space Does the pure soul with kingly presence grace; When he departs, comes the tent-pitcher, Death, Strikes it, and moves to a new halting-place.
Hearts are like tapers, which at beauteous eyes Kindle a flame of love that never dies; And beauty is a flame, where hearts, like moths, Offer themselves a burning sacrifice.
Justice is the soul of the universe.
Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup Before Life's Liquor in its Cup be dry.
We are in truth but pieces on this chess board of life, which in the end we leave, only to drop one by one into the grave of nothingness.
A hair divides what is false and true.
There was a door to which I found no key: There was the veil through which I might not see.