My body’s strong, my body’s capable. Why am I going to talk down to it? Why am I going to be mean to it when it’s, like, carried me this far?
I used to think that the brain was the most wonderful organ in my body. Then I realized who was telling me this.
So the body. There’s no living with it till we recognise that one of its functions in our lives is to play the part of buffoon. Until some theory has sophisticated them, every man, woman and child in the world knows this. The fact that we have bodies is the oldest joke there is… The […]
Body and spirit are twins: God only knows which is which.
Man has held three views of his body. First, there is that of those ascetic Pagans who called it the prison or the “tomb” of the soul, and of Christians like Fisher to whom it was a “sack of dung,” food for worms, filthy, shameful, a source of nothing but temptation to bad men and […]
Every man is the builder of a temple, called his body, to the god he worships, after a style purely his own, nor can he get off by hammering marble instead. We are all sculptors and painters, and our material is our own flesh and blood and bones. Any nobleness begins at once to refine […]
Well, I think a man’s legs should be exactly long enough to reach from his body to the ground
Our life is but the soul made known by its fruits, the body. The whole duty of man may be expressed in one line – make to yourself a perfect body.
By too much sitting still, the body becomes unhealthy; and soon the mind.
If any thing is sacred the human body is sacred.