“A field of clay touched by the genius of man becomes a castle.”

“There was never a great genius without a touch of madness.”

“There is no great genius without some touch of madness.”

“You're contending with a genius, D. J. is his name, only American alive who could outtalk Cassius Clay, that's lip.”

“There is relationship between sight and touch, something about eyes being able to see through the fingers touching the clay, about fingers being able to feel what the eyes are seeing without the fingers actually touching it.”

“It is not because the touch of genius has roused genius to production, but because the admiration of genius has made talent ambitious, that the harvest is still so abundant.”

“In a stupid nation the man of genius becomes a god: everybody worships him and nobody does his will.”

“Man In Front of Castle: Hey Abbot!”

“Vile man, begot of clay, and born of dust.”

“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.”