“I have hardly touched the clay and I am made of it.”

Source: North of Beautiful

Source: The Greatest Salesman in the World (1968), Ch. 15 : The Scroll Marked VIII, p. 88.

Source: Simon and Garfunkel's Greatest Hits

The Lake Isle of Innisfree http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1641/, st. 1
The Rose (1893)
Context: I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;

Source: Dance with the Devil

Combining alchemical assertions
Bollingen Tower inscriptions (1950)
Context: I am an orphan, alone; nevertheless I am found everywhere. I am one, but opposed to myself. I am youth and old man at one and the same time. I have known neither father nor mother, because I have had to be fetched out of the deep like a fish, or fell like a white stone from heaven. In woods and mountains I roam, but I am hidden in the innermost soul of man. I am mortal for everyone, yet I am not touched by the cycle of aeons.

Source: De architectura (The Ten Books On Architecture) (~ 15BC), Book II, Chapter III "Brick" Sec. 1
Context: Bricks... should not be made of sandy or pebbly clay, or of fine gravel, because when made of these kinds they are in the first place heavy; and secondly when washed by the rain as they stand in walls, they go to pieces and break up, and the straw in them does not hold together on account of the roughness of the material. They should rather be made of white and chalky or of red clay, or even of a coarse grained gravelly clay. These materials are smooth and therefore durable; they are not heavy to work with, and are readily laid.

Source: Abba's Child: The Cry of the Heart for Intimate Belonging

Source: Ulysses by James Joyce