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?

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.

Celibacy goes deeper than the flesh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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