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 KhayyamDust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End!
Omar KhayyamI hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.
Omar KhayyamAnd that inverted Bowl they call the Sky, Whereunder crawling cooped we live and die, Lift not your hands to It for help-for it As impotently moves as you or I
Omar KhayyamBy the help of God and with His precious assistance, I say that Algebra is a scientific art. The objects with which it deals are absolute numbers and measurable quantities which, though themselves unknown, are related to "things" which are known, whereby the determination of the unknown quantities is possible.
Omar Khayyam