Listen to what you know through your body.
Your body is like a bar of soap. The more you use it, the more it wears down.
It is a shameful thing for the soul to faint while the body still perseveres.
Bodily exercise, when compulsory, does no harm to the body, but knowledge acquired under compulsion obtains no hold on the mind.
We must no more ask whether the soul and body are one than ask whether the wax and the figure impressed on it are one.
The body manifests what the mind harbors.
And there isn't any way that one can get rid of the guilt of having a nice body by saying that one can serve society with it, because that would end up with oneself as what? There simply doesn't seem to be any moral place for flesh.
We have rudiments of reverence for the human body, but we consider as nothing the rape of the human mind.
What we feel and think and are is to a great extent determined by the state of our ductless glands and viscera.
Our own physical body possesses a wisdom which we who inhabit the body lack. We give it orders which make no sense.
Though it be disfigured by many defects, to whom is his own body not dear?
It is in moments of illness that we are compelled to recognize that we live not alone but chained to a creature of a different kingdom, whole worlds apart, who has no knowledge of us and by whom it is impossible to make ourselves understood: our body.
The body is an instrument, the mind its function, the witness and reward of its operation.
Care I for the limb, the thews, the stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give me the spirit.
Our body is a machine for living. It is organized for that, it is its nature. Let life go on in it unhindered and let it defend itself, it will do more than if you paralyze it by encumbering it with remedies.
If any thing is sacred, the human body is sacred.
