Great Throughts Treasury

"What a way to tear withholding secrets and sought the same from her knowledge of all these cosmic packing house and ends it is layers of dirt Vasg what you want to superstition interpreters of these phenomena!"

"Well, murmur'd one, let whoso make or buy, my clay with long oblivion is gone dry: but fill me with the old familiar juice, methinks I might recover by and by."

"What can they give you in exchange for your wine? Money? ? And what can money give you? Power? ? Aren't you the owner of the world when you are holding a drink? Is anyone richer than you, who have gold in your cup, Rubies, Pearls, Dreams, and Love? Don't you feel the blood burning in your veins when the cup kisses your lips."

"What for general happiness suffer uselessly - better give happiness to someone close. Better friend to bind themselves with kindness, what to put humanity to liberate."

"What is my true substance? What will remain of me after my death? Our life is as short as a raging fire: flames the passer-by soon forgets, ashes the wind blows away. A man's life."

"What prolonged sleep younger"

"What shall I do, today? Visit the pub? Sit down in a garden with a book? A bird flies past. Where is it headed? It's out of sight already. The drunkenness of a bird in the burning azure. The melancholy of a man in the cool shadow of a mosque."

"What! from his helpless Creature be repaid Pure Gold for what he lent him dross-allay'd ? Sue for a Debt he never did contract, and cannot answer ? Oh, the sorry trade!"

"What, without asking, hither hurried Whence? and, without asking, Whither hurried hence! Oh, many a Cup of this forbidden Wine must drown the memory of that insolence!"

"When Allah created me, he knew that I would drink a lot of wine. So if I didn't, the omniscience of Allah would stand on its head."

"What! out of senseless Nothing to provoke a conscious Something to resent the yoke of unpermitted Pleasure, under pain of Everlasting Penalties, if broke!"

"When You and I behind the Veil are past, Oh, but the long, long while the World shall last, which of our Coming and Departure heeds as the Sea's self should heed a pebble-cast."

"When morning silvers the dark firmament, Why shrills the bird of dawning his lament? It is to show in dawn?s bright looking-glass How of thy careless life a night is spent."

"When your soul and mine have left our bodies and we are buried alongside each other, a Potter may one day mould the dust of both of us into the same clay."

"When you have planted the rose of Love into your heart your life has not been in vain."

"Where is an intimate friend who?ll hear the secret from me straight out?of what human beings have been from the moment they began? They are born of toil and molded from the clay of sorrow.They wander the world for a time, then set off."

"When you are so full of sorrow that you can't walk, can't cry anymore, think about the green foliage that sparkles after the rain. When the daylight exhausts you, when you hope a final night will cover the world, think about the awakening of a young child."

"Whereat some one of the loquacious Lot ? I think a Sufi pipkin-waxing hot ? All this of Pot and Potter ? Tell me then, who is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot?"

"Whether at Naishapur or Babylon, Whether the Cup with sweet or bitter run, The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one."

"Whilom, ere youth?s conceit had waned, me-thought answers to all life?s problems i had wrought; but now, grown old and wise, too late I see My life is spent, and all my lore is nought."

"Whoever thinks algebra is a trick in obtaining unknowns has thought it in vain. No attention should be paid to the fact that algebra and geometry are different in appearance. Algebras (jabbre and maqabeleh) are geometric facts which are proved by propositions five and six of Book two of Elements."

"Whose secret Presence, through Creation's veins running Quicksilver-like eludes your pains; taking all shapes from Mah to Mahi; and they change and perish all ? but He remains;"

"Who was beaten in his life, he will do more. Having eaten a peck of salt above appreciates honey. who shed tears, he laughs heartily. who was dying, he knows that he lives."

"Why do you sell your wine, merchant?"

"Why was I born, when will I die? Who can change the day of his birth, who has a say in the day of his death? Come, my beloved, I want to ask the spirit of the wine to make me forget that we shall never understand."

"Why ponder thus the future to foresee, and jade thy brain to vain perplexity? Cast off thy care, leave Allah?s plans to him ? He formed them all without consulting thee. Three Cups of Tea"

"Why, be this Juice the growth of God, who dare blaspheme the twisted tendril as a Snare? A Blessing, we should use it, should we not? And if a Curse ? why, then, Who set it there?"

"Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd of the Two Worlds so wisely ? they are thrust like foolish Prophets forth; their Words to Scorn are scatter'd, and their Mouths are stopt with Dust."

"Why, said another, Some there are who tell of one who threatens he will toss to Hell the luckless Pots he marr'd in making ? Pish! He's a Good Fellow, and 'twill all be well."

"Will not return the amount with the rule and carefree pregnancy increases the pain , though saddened Age will not wash off as a plan in the board over the pen"

"Why, if the Soul can fling the Dust aside, and naked on the Air of Heaven ride, were't not a Shame ? were't not a Shame for him in this clay carcase crippled to abide?"

"With them the seed of Wisdom did I sow, and with mine own hand wrought to make it grow; and this was all the Harvest that I reap'd ?I came like Water, and like Wind I go."

"With Earth's first Clay They did the Last Man knead, and there of the Last Harvest sow'd the Seed: and the first Morning of Creation wrote what the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read."

"Yesterday This Day's Madness did prepare; To-morrow's Silence, Triumph, or Despair: Drink! for you know not whence you came, nor why: Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where."

"Would but some wing'ed Angel ere too late arrest the yet unfolded Roll of Fate, and make the stern Recorder otherwise enregister, or quite obliterate!"

"You know how little while we have to stay, and, once departed, may return no more."

"Yea! I believe that He who made the skies is wonderfully good, and very wise,--Beloved Friend! Hast thou never seen the tears of pity gather in His eyes?"

"You can seduce a man, who has a wife, you can seduce a man who has a mistress, but you cannot seduce a man who has a beloved woman."

"Would you be happy! hearken, then, the way: heed not to-morrow, heed not yesterday; the magic words of life are here and now - O fools, that after some to-morrow stray!"

"You know, my friends, with what a brave carouse I made a Second Marriage in my house; favored old barren reason from my bed, and took the daughter of the vine to spouse."

"Yon rising Moon that looks for us again ? How oft hereafter will she wax and wane; how oft hereafter rising look for us through this same Garden ? and for one in vain!"

"You name the world level before he can be worthy Cho looks sad heart goes open ward to ward head Betty hair that level before they leave Band Benedetti ."

"You say some Greek philosophers could dazzle their audiences with their riddles? That does not interest me at all. Bring more wine instead and play your lute; your changes in tones remind me of the wind that rushes past and disappears, just like us."

"You?ve seen the world, and all you?ve seen is nothing; and everything, as well, that you have said and heard is nothing. You?ve sprinted everywhere between here and the horizon; it is nothing. And all the possessions you?ve treasured up at home are nothing."

"You'll find that your soul was separated in mystery death will you be drinking consequences do not know where you hail do not know where to go."

"Youth, like a magic bird, has flown away he sang a little morning-hour in May sang to the rose, his love, that too is gone--whither is more than you or I can say."