Omar Khayyam — "The end of man is dust, and his life is but a breath; let him enjoy what he has,…"

"I tell you this—When, started from the Goal, Over the flaming shoulders of the Soul Plots the Eternal Saki from his Bowl Ahmad and Mahmud, ere he reach the Goal."

"The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one."

"A Moment's Halt—a momentary taste Of Being from the Well amid the Waste—And lo! the Phantom Caravan has reach'd The Nothing it set out from—Oh, make haste!"

"The pleasures of this world are fleeting, but the sorrows are eternal."

"Ah, fill the Cup:—what boots it to repeat How Time is slipping underneath our Feet: Unborn To-morrow, and dead Yesterday, Why fret about them if To-day be sweet!"