“…having learned that people cannot be moulded like clay…”
“In short, Beauty Smith was a monstrosity, and the blame of it lay elsewhere. He was not responsible. The clay of him had been moulded in the making.”
“Our thoughts are clay, they are moulded with the changes of the days;--when we are resting they are good; under fire, they are dead. Fields of craters within and without.”
“Travel Moulds A Man,People Mould His Wisdom And Experiences Mould His LIFE...!”
“Shadow! or Spirit!Whatever thou art,Which still doth inheritThe whole or a partOf the form of thy birth,Of the mould of thy clay,Which returned to the earth,Re-appear to the day!”
“You cannot expect stone to be as pliable as clay.”