Better a crust of black bread than a mountain of paper…

Rome, believe me, my friend, is like its own Monte Testaceo, Merelya marvellous mass of broken and castaway wine-pots.

— 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…

— Arthur Hugh Clough

I watched them from the window, thy children at their play, And I thought of all my own dear friends, who were far, oh,…

— Arthur Hugh Clough

Do not adultery commit; Advantage rarely comes of it.

— Arthur Hugh Clough

I sit at my table en grand seigneur , And when I have done, throw a crust to the poor; Not only the pleasure,…

— Arthur Hugh Clough

Thou shalt not covet; but tradition approves all forms of competition.

— Arthur Hugh Clough

Whither depart the souls of the brave that die in the battle, Die in the lost, lost fight, for the cause that perishes with…

— Arthur Hugh Clough

How pleasant it is to have money.

— Arthur Hugh Clough

Say not the struggle nought availeth, The labour and the wounds are vain, The enemy faints not, nor faileth, And as things have been,…

— Arthur Hugh Clough

Thou shalt not steal; an empty feat, When its so lucrative to cheat

— Arthur Hugh Clough

Come back again, old heart! Ah me! Methinks in those thy coward fears There might, perchance, a courage be, That fails in these the…

— Arthur Hugh Clough

And almost everyone when age, disease, or sorrows strike him, inclines to think there is a God, or something very like him.

— Arthur Hugh Clough

For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding…

— Arthur Hugh Clough

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

— Arthur Hugh Clough

Action will furnish belief,-but will that belief be the true one? This is the point, you know.

— Arthur Hugh Clough