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

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

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

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

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

Flesh was the reason why oil painting was invented.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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