Drink! For you know not whence you came nor why: Drink! For you know not why you go nor where.

— Omar Khayyam

Dust into dust and under dust to lie Sans wine sans song sans singer and - sans end.

— Omar Khayyam

Head'n but the Vision of fulfill'd Desire And Hell the Shadow from a Soul on fire.

— Omar Khayyam

I sent my Soul through the Invisible Some letter of that After-life to spell And by and by my Soul returned to me And answered "I Myself am Head'n and Hell."

— Omar Khayyam

I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Drop in her Lap from some once lovely Head.

— Omar Khayyam

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 where in I went.

— Omar Khayyam

One thing is certain, and the rest is lying The Flower that once has blown forever dies.

— Omar Khayyam

Strange - is it not? - that of the myriads who Before us passed the door of Darkness through Not one returns to tell us of the road Which to discover we must travel too.

— Omar Khayyam

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

— Omar Khayyam

The Moving Finger writes and having writ Moves on nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.

— Omar Khayyam