Omar Khayyam was a Persian mathematician, astronomer, and poet.

Omar Khayyam was a Persian mathematician, astronomer, and poet. 


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

The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.

Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough, A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse - and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness - And Wilderness is Paradise now.

Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Before we too into the Dust descend; Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and — sans End!


Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling: The  Bird of Time has but a little way To flutter — and the Bird is on the Wing.

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.

There was the Door to which I found no key; There was the Veil through which I might not see.

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

The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns to Ashes — or it prospers; and anon, Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face, Lighting a little hour or two — is gone.

When I want to understand what is happening today or try to decide what will happen tomorrow, I look back.