Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youths sweet-scented Manuscript should close!
Omar KhayyamWhen I want to understand what is happening today or try to decide what will happen tomorrow, I look back.
Omar KhayyamLiving 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 KhayyamHearts are like tapers, which at beauteous eyes Kindle a flame of love that never dies; And beauty is a flame, where hearts, like moths, Offer themselves a burning sacrifice.
Omar Khayyam