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

And your very flesh shall be a great poem.

If I had the use of my body I would throw it out of the window.

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

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

Every man must descend into the flesh to meet mankind.

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

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

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

O flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified!

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

The world is made of the very stuff of the body.

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