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

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

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

Celibacy goes deeper than the flesh.

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

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

As the saying goes, an old woman is always uneasy when dry bones are mentioned in a proverb.

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

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

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

Flesh was the reason why oil painting was invented.

Shame on the soul, to falter on the road of life while the body still perseveres.

The body says what words cannot.