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

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

What are men anyway but balloons on legs, a lot of blown-up bladders?

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

The body is an instrument which only gives off music when it is used as a body.

My face looks like a wedding cake left out in the rain.

Every tooth in a man’s head is more valuable than a diamond.

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

If I see something sagging, dragging, or bagging, I’m going to go have the stuff tucked or plucked.

There is only one antidote to mental suffering and that is physical pain.

The features of our face are hardly more than gestures which force of habit has made permanent.

It hurts to watch the fluency of a body acclimated to its shackling.

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