Clay

Do they believe that they themselves are made of a finer clay than the rest of mankind?

— Clay

All that happens to us, including our humiliations, our misfortunes, our embarrassments, all is given to us as raw material, as clay, so that we may shape our art.

— Clay

Time's wheel runs back or stops: Potter and clay endure.

— Clay

The heart -- which may be broken: happy they! Break with the first fall.

— Clay

How shall we celebrate the day, The mark of worldly scorn.

— Clay

If we could once understand the common clay of earth we should understand everything.

— Clay

Clay is embedded in our subconscious. It has been there for at least 50,000 years.

— Clay

A vase of unbaked clay, when broken, may be remoulded, but not a baked one.

— Clay

These look like the workmanship of heaven; And therefore cast into these noble moulds.

— Clay

This Great God, Till He shaped it in His own image.

— Clay

Why, if the Soul can fling the Dust aside, In this clay carcase crippled to abide?

— Clay

Shall the clay say to him that fashioneth it, What makest thou?

— Clay

Who are they who speak evil of the clay? The very stars are made of clay like mine!

— Clay

In man, creator and created are united; in man in the material, the fragment, the surplus, the clay, the mud, the foolishness, the chaos; but in man also is the creator, the sculptor, the wielder of the hammer, the beholder of divinity, the seventh day.

— Clay

Nobody grasped you by the shoulder while there was still time. Now the clay of which you were shaped has dried and hardened, and naught in you will ever awaken the sleeping musician, the poet, the astronomer that possibly inhabited you in the beginning.

— Clay

Imperial Caesar, dead and turned to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.

— Clay

If they find some stain or blemish in a name of note, not grieving that their greatest are so small, inflate themselves with some insane delight, and judge all nature from her feet of clay.

— Clay

What is man but a mass of thawing clay? The ball of the human finger is but a drop congealed. The fingers and toes flow to their extent from the thawing mass of the body. Who knows what the human body would expand and flow out to under a more genial heaven?

— Clay

A wise man will only be useful as a man, and will not submit to be “clay.”

— Clay

To get wealth and security by guile Is like one who pours water into a pot of unbaked clay.

— Clay