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.

Quote by Omar Khayyam

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The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes - or it prospers; and...

The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes - or it prospers; and...

Drunkards are doomed to hell, so men declare, Believe it not, 'tis but a foolish...

Drunkards are doomed to hell, so men declare, Believe it not, 'tis but a foolish...

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

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

When I want to understand what is happening today or try to decide what will...

When I want to understand what is happening today or try to decide what will...

Living Life Tomorrow's fate, though thou be wise, Thou canst not tell nor yet surmise;...

Living Life Tomorrow's fate, though thou be wise, Thou canst not tell nor yet surmise;...

So when that Angel of the darker Drink At last shall find you by the...

So when that Angel of the darker Drink At last shall find you by the...

The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.

The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.

Drunkards are doomed to hell, so men declare, Believe it not, 'tis but a foolish...

Drunkards are doomed to hell, so men declare, Believe it not, 'tis but a foolish...

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

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

There was a door to which I found no key: There was the veil through...

There was a door to which I found no key: There was the veil through...

You know, my friends, with what a brave carouse I made a Second Marriage in...

You know, my friends, with what a brave carouse I made a Second Marriage in...

A hair divides what is false and true.

A hair divides what is false and true.

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

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

The moving finger writes, and having written moves on. Nor all thy piety nor all...

The moving finger writes, and having written moves on. Nor all thy piety nor all...