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

Every man must descend into the flesh to meet mankind.

O flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified!

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

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

And your very flesh shall be a great poem.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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