| C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917. | | | | Omar Khayyám |
| | | | Like wind flies Time ’tween birth and death; |
| Therefore, as long as thou hast breath, |
| Of care for two days hold thee free: |
| The day that was and is to be. |
| 1 |
| | Not oft near home does genius brightly shine, |
| No more than precious stones while in the mine. |
| 2 |
| | Strange—is it not?—that of the myriads who |
| Before us passed the door of Darkness through, |
| Not one returns to tell us of the road |
| Which to discover we must travel too. |
| 3 |
| | The world will turn when we are earth |
| As though we had not come nor gone; |
| There was no lack before our birth, |
| When we are gone there will be none. |
| 4 |
| | To-morrow’s fate, though thou be wise, |
| Thou canst not tell nor yet surmise; |
| Pass, therefore, not to-day in vain, |
| For it will never come again. |
| 5 |
| Behold the morning! Rise up, O youth, and quickly fill thyself with this rosy wine sparkling from the crystal cup of the dawn! | 6 |
| Diversity of worship has divided the human race into seventy-two nations. From among all their dogmas, I have selected one,—Divine Love. | 7 |
| Justice is the soul of the universe. | 8 |
| The entire world shall be populous with that action which saves one soul from despair. | 9 | | |
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