Quotes by : Omar Khayyam

One thing is certain and the rest is lies The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.

The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires.

Strange - is it not? - that of the myriads who Before us passed the door of Darkness through Not one....

Myself when young did eagerly frequent Doctor and Saint and heard great argument About it and about:....

And this I know whether the one True Light Kindle to Love or Wrath consume me quite One flash of it....

I sent my Soul through the Invisible Some letter of that After-life to spell And by and by my Soul....

I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled That every Hyacinth....

A book of Verses underneath the Bough A Jug of Wine a Loaf of Bread - and Thou Beside me singing in....

All this of Pot and Potter - Tell me then Who is the Potter pray and who the Pot?

The bird of time has but a little way To flutter - and the bird is on the wing.