Quotes from Arthur Hugh Clough

Old things need not be therefore true, O brother men, nor yet the new; Ah! still awhile the old thought retain, And yet consider it again!

Dance on, dance on, we see, we see Youth goes, alack, and with it glee, A boy the old man ne'er can be; Maternal thirty scarce can find The sweet sixteen long left behind.

This world is bad enough maybe; We do not comprehend it; But in one fact can all agree God won't, and we can't mend it.

There is no God', the wicked saith, 'And truly it's a blessing, For what he might have done with us It's better only guessing.

Thou shalt have one God only: who Would be at the expense of two?

Grace is given of God but knowledge is bought in the market.

And almost everyone when age,Disease, or sorrows strike him,Inclines to think there is a God,Or something very like Him.

Thou shalt not covet, but traditionApproves all forms of competition.

The highest political buzz word is not liberty, equality, fraternity or solidarity it is service.

Grace is given of God, but knowledge is bought in the market.

A world where nothing is had for nothing.

No graven images may beWorshipped, except the currency.

Ah yet, when all is thought and said, The heart still overrules the head; Still what we hope we must believe, And what is given us receive; Must still believe, for still we hope That in a world of larger scope, What here is faithfully begun Will be completed, not undone. My child, we still must think, when we That ampler life together see, Some true result will yet appear Of what we are, together, here.

For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main. And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light; In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly! But westward, look, the land is bright!

O let me love my love unto myself alone, And know my knowledge to the world unknown, No witness to the vision call, Beholding, unbeheld of all...

Ah yet, when all is thought and said, The heart still overrules the head.

Better a crust of black bread than a mountain of paper confections, Better a daisy in earth than a dahlia cut and gathered, Better a cowslip with root than a prize carnation without it

For it is beautiful only to do the thing we are meant for

My wind is turned to bitter north, That was so soft a south before.

That out of sight is out of mind is true of most we leave behind

So I have seen a man killed! An experience that, among others! Yes, I suppose I hav; although I can hardly be certain, And in a court of justice could never declare I had seen it. But a man was killed, I am told, in a place where I saw Something: a man was killed, I am told, and I saw something.

If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars.

Truth is a golden thread, seen here and there In small bright specks upon the visible side Of our strange being's party-coloured web.

Well, I know, after all, it is only juxtaposition, Juxtaposition, in short; and what is juxtaposition?