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Alcohol/Alcoholism
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Drink! for you know not whence you came nor why: drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.
-Omar Khayyam
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Argument & Debate
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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.
-Omar Khayyam
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Authors & Writing
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The moving finger writes, and having written moves on. Nor all thy piety nor all thy wit, can cancel half a line of it.
-Omar Khayyam
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Future, The
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There was a door to which I found no key: There was the veil through which I might not see.
-Omar Khayyam
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Life
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'Tis all a Checker-board of Nights and days where Destiny with Men for Pieces plays: Hither and thither moves, and mates and slays, and one by one back in the Closet lays.
-Omar Khayyam
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Living Life Tomorrow's fate, though thou be wise, Thou canst not tell nor yet surmise; Pass, therefore, not today in vain, For it will never come again.
-Omar Khayyam
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Nature
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And that inverted bowl we call The Sky, where under crawling coop't we live and die, lift not thy hands to It for help -- for it rolls impotently on as thou or I.
-Omar Khayyam
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Solitude
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The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.
-Omar Khayyam
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Truth
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A hair divides what is false and true.
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War
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Oh, the brave Music of a distant drum!
-Omar Khayyam
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Wine
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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.
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Books by and about Omar Khayyam