Quotes About Omar Khayyam

He [Omar Khayyam] is an atheist, but knows how to interpret in orthodox style the most difficult passages of the Koran; for every educated man is a theologian and faith is not a requisite.

I sent my Soul through the Invisible, Some letter of that After-life to spell: And by and by my Soul return'd to me, And answer'd: 'I Myself am Heav'n and Hell

Une légende court les livres. Elle parle de trois amis, trois persans qui ont marqué, chacun à sa façon, les débuts de notre millénaire : Omar Khayyam qui a observé le monde, Nizam-El Mok qui l'a gouverné, Hassan Sabbah qui l'a terrorisé.

I need a jug of wine and a book of poetry, Half a loaf for a bite to eat, Then you and I, seated in a deserted spot, Will have more wealth than a Sultan's realm. – Omar Khayyam

Enough of medical ethics. Let Uncle Hippocrates rest in peace. It's time to send an S.O.S to Uncle Omar Khayyam instead.

Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup Before Life's Liquor in its Cup be dry.

The Grape that can with Logic absolute The Two-and-Seventy jarring Sects confute: The sovereign Alchemist that in a trice Life's leaden metal into Gold transmute.

I drink not from mere joy in wine nor to scoff at faith—no, only to forget myself for a moment, that only do I want of intoxication, that alone. —OMAR KHAYYAM

S'il n'avait gardé une dernière illusion, je me réclamerais volontiers d'Omar Khayyam, de ses tristesses sans réplique; mais il croyait encore au vin.

And this I know; whether the one True Light Kindle to Love, or Wrath consume me quite, One flash of it within the Tavern caught Better than in the temple lost outright.

I have read Omar Khayyam's 'Rubaiyat' in translation and marvelled at the emotions and its universal appeal and dreamt of authoring such a work in Telugu. 'Pyaasa' is the result.

The wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell.

His answer was to read to me—in a deep, richly cadenced voice that gave me my first glimmering that words could be as eloquent as music—but it was all poetry of loss and mourning: "The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam," A Shropshire Lad, and T. S. Eliot. One line from "East Coker" was especially worrisome:

I sent my Soul through the Invisible, Some letter of that After-life to spell, And by and by my Soul returned to me, And answered "I Myself am Heav'n and Hell."

Omar Khayyam:     I sent my soul through the Invisible,       Some letter of that after-life to spell,     And by-and-by my soul return'd to me,       And answer'd, I myself am Heaven and Hell.

I sent my Soul through the Invisible, some letter of that After-life to spell: And by and by my Soul return'd to me, And answer'd "I Myself am Heav'n and Hell." —Omar Khayyám, The Rubaiyat