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

And your very flesh shall be a great poem.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

O flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified!

To know intense joy without a strong bodily frame, one must have an enthusiastic soul.

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