Edward FitzGerald Quotes

The Ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes, But Here or There as strikes the Player goes.

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

Whether we wake or we sleep, Whether we carol or weep, The Sun with his Planets in chime, Marketh the going of Time.

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

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

I am all for the short and merry life.

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.

Taste is the feminine of genius.

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