Edward Fitzgerald Quotes

Ah, take the Cash in hand and waive the Rest.

Ah, fill the Cup what boots it to repeat How Time is slipping underneath our Feet.

And much as Wine has played the Infidel, And robbed me of my Robe of Honor Well, I often wonder what the Vintners buy One half so precious as the stuff they sell.

To-morrow - Why, To-morrow I may be Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n Thousand Years.

Think then you are Today what Yesterday you were - Tomorrow you shall not be less.

The harm sought to be prevented by the statute is the sexual exploitation of a patient by his or her physician, ... The strict prohibition is necessary because the nature of that relationship creates an inherent imbalance of emotional power, which leaves the patient vulnerable to exploitation by the treating professional.

If you can prove to me that one miracle took place, I will believe he is a just God who damned us all because a woman ate an apple.

The Grape that can with Logic absolute The Two-and-Seventy jarring Sects confute.

I would say that she was an intelligent woman who had a great personality and a great sense of humor. She was an outstanding nurse when she was still practicing. She adored her nieces and nephews.

There was the Door to which I found no key There was the Veil through which I might see.

The court has heard substantial, ample evidence about the level of competency, ... And while I have not decided the issue, there is clearly a problem in terms of the defendant's competency.

One by one crept silently to Rest.

Alas, that Spring should vanish with the RoseThat Youth's sweet-scented Manuscript should close

Awake for Morning in the Bowl of NightHas flung the Stone that puts the Stars to FlightAnd Lo the Hunter of the East has caughtThe Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light.

Drink for you know not whence you came, nor whyDrink for you know not why you go, nor where.

Into this Universe, and Why not knowingNor Whence, like Water willy-nilly flowingAnd out of it, as Wind along the Waste,I know not Whither, willy-nilly blowing.

But still the Vine her ancient Ruby yields,And still a Garden by the Water blows.

One thing is certain, that Life fliesOne thing is certain, and the Rest is LiesThe Flower that once has blown for ever dies.

I sometimes think that never blows so redThe Rose as where some buried Caesar bledThat every Hyacinth the Garden wearsDropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.

There was a Door to which I found no KeyThere was a Veil past which I could not see.

Now the New Year reviving old Desires,The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires,Where the White Hand of Moses on the BoughPuts out, and Jesus from the Ground suspires.

Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you sayYes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday

Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go,Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum

This battered CaravanseraiWhose Portals are alternate Night and Day.

I often wonder what the Vintners buyOne half so precious as the Goods they sell.