The enlightened man says: I am body entirely and nothing beside.

O flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified!

I know I have the body but of a weak and feeble woman, but I have the heart and stomach of a king.

Your body is the church where nature asks to be reverenced.

Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.

The body says what words cannot.

The human body is the best picture of the human soul.

Celibacy goes deeper than the flesh.

Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.

One’s body, hair, and skin are a gift from one’s parents—do not dare to allow them to be harmed.

I’m at an age when my back goes out more than I do.

And your very flesh shall be a great poem.

Very shy people don’t even want to take up the space that their body actually takes up.