Body

Mens sana in corpore sano is a foolish saying. The sound body is a product of the sound mind.

Licence my roving hands, and let them go, Before, behind, between, above, below.

What holds the world together, as I have learned from bitter experience, is sexual intercourse.

You can think clearly only with your clothes on.

Our bodies are our gardens... our wills are gardeners.

I admit that thoughts influence the body.

I hate my pictures. Look at my face. If it weren’t for this [mustache], I’d look like a woman!

The scratching of pimples on the body of the bootboy at Claridges.

Camerado, this is no book,

I sing the body electric.

Spiritus intus alit, totamque infusa per artus

’Tis very like: he hath the falling sickness.

Let me have men about me that are fat;

I’m fat, but I’m thin inside. Has it ever struck you that there’s a thin man inside every fat man, just as they say there’s a statue inside every block of stone?

on being asked what she wore in bed: Chanel No. 5.

when asked if she really had nothing on in a calendar photograph:

Flesh of flesh,

La chair est triste, hélas! et j’ai lu tous les livres.

In the castle of my skin.

O for a life of sensations rather than of thoughts!

By degrees

Mens sana in corpore sano.

The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea.

Anatomy is destiny.