Most of the people who came for dancing lessons had Rumba ambitions and minuet bodies.
We are bound to our bodies like an oyster is to its shell.
The body is the shell of the soul, and dress the husk of that shell; but the husk often tells what the kernel is.
All of us have mortal bodies, composed of perishable matter, but the soul lives forever: it is a portion of the Deity housed in our bodies.
The tooth fairy teaches children that they can sell body parts for money.
When you have both feet on the ground, you don’t have far to fall.
No leg’s too short to reach the ground.
This body is not a home but an inn, and that only briefly.
One way to keep your feet on the ground is to put a heavy responsibility on your shoulders.
This is my house – it is not I: