Life & Wisdom Quote by Arthur Hugh Clough

A world where nothing is had for nothing is Clough’s cool refusal of the sentimental bargain: the hope that virtue, suffering, or mere longing will be reimbursed by fate. The line lands like a stripped-down economic law smuggled into a moral universe. Its blunt symmetry turns the phrase into a principle you can’t talk your way around. Nothing is free, not even meaning.

Clough wrote in the pressure chamber of mid-Victorian Britain, when old religious certainties were losing their grip and industrial modernity was tightening its own. As a poet shaped by doubt and reformist seriousness, he’s not praising capitalism so much as diagnosing a harsher metaphysics: the universe doesn’t run on grace. You pay in effort, time, compromise, sometimes in disillusionment. The repetition of “nothing” isn’t just emphasis; it’s a tightening screw. It erases the loopholes people use to keep faith with comforting narratives.

The subtext is psychological as much as social. Clough is writing against the soft idea that feelings entitle us to outcomes, that earnestness guarantees reward, that the moral ledger balances itself. There’s also a quiet rebuke to privilege: plenty of Victorians did, in fact, have things “for nothing,” insulated by inheritance and empire. By stating the rule so absolutely, he exposes the lie beneath it. If the world claims to be meritocratic, why does it so often look like extraction?

What makes the line endure is its austerity. It offers no consoling metaphor, no melodrama - just a hard sentence that makes you hear the clink of cost in every desire.