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• And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky, Whereunder crawling coop'd we live and die, Lift not your hands to It for help - for It As impotently rolls as you or I.
  -- Omar Khayyam/Edward Fitzgerald, The Rubaiya...
• O love, could thou and I with fate conspire To grasp this sorry scheme of things entire, Might we not smash it to bits And mould it closer to our hearts' desire?
  -- Omar Khayyam [tr. FitzGerald]...
• O love, could thou and I with fate conspire To grasp this sorry scheme of things entire, Might we not smash it to bits And mould it closer to our hearts' desire?
  -- Omar Khayyam, tr. FitzGerald...
• The Bird of Time has but a little way to fly ... and the bird is on the wing. -- Omar Khayyam
• Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or the handle.
  -- James Russell Lowell...
• A Moment's Halt--a momentary taste Of BEING from the Well amid the Waste-- And, Lo!
  he phantom Caravan has reach'd The NOTHING it set out from....
• Heav'n but the Vision of fulfill'd Desire, And Hell the Shadow of a Soul on fire.
  -- Omar Khayyam (died c.1133) -- Rubaiyat, Stanza lxvii...
• A faithful and good servant is a real godsend; but truly 't is a rare bird in the land.
  Omar Khayyám (Translated by Edward Fitzgerald.)...
• Come fill the cup and in the fire of spring Your winter garment of repentence fling.
  The bird of time has but a little way To flutter -- and the bird is on the wing. -- Omar Khayyam...