Quotes by Edward Fitzgerald
- I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
- Think then you are Today what Yesterday you were - Tomorrow you shall not be less.
- The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.
- The Ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes, But Here or There as strikes the Player goes.
- Taste is the feminine of genius.
- Strange, is it not? That of the myriads who Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the Road Which to discover we must travel too.
- 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 Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
- I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
- I am all for the short and merry life.
- 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.
- Ah, take the Cash in hand and waive the Rest.
- A book of verses underneath the bough, A jug of wine, a loaf of bread-and thou.
- There was the Door to which I found no key; There was the Veil through which I might see.
- I come like Water, and like Wind I go.