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.

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

Celibacy goes deeper than the flesh.

O flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified!

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

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

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

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

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

Every man must descend into the flesh to meet mankind.

And your very flesh shall be a great poem.

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