Nudity is like grapefruit. There is more to it than meets the eye.
Nudists are people who wear one-button suits.
A flying saucer results when a nudist spills his coffee.
It’s not true I had nothing on. I had the radio on. (She was supposed to have said this to a journalist when asked about her Playboy photo. Another version has that she said: “I had on Chanel No. 5.”)
There are people who see nudity in the crotch of every tree.
There are one hundred and ninety-three living species of monkeys and apes. One hundred and ninety-two of them are covered with hair. The exception is a naked ape self-named homo sapiens.
I look at a nude. There are myriads of tiny tints. I must find the ones that will make the flesh on my canvas live and quiver.
Man’s naked form… belongs to no particular moment in history; it is eternal, and can be looked upon with joy by the people of all ages.
I would rather go to bed with Lillian Russell stark naked than Ulysses S. Grant in full military regalia.
I think nudity on the stage is disgusting, shameful and unpatriotic. But if I were twenty-two with a great body, it would be artistic, tasteful, patriotic and a progressive, religious experience.