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The face is the mirror of the mind, and eyes without speaking confess the secrets of the heart.
The face is the mirror of the mind, and eyes without speaking confess the secrets of the heart.
It is a sign of a dull nature to occupy oneself deeply in matters that concern the body; for instance, read more
It is a sign of a dull nature to occupy oneself deeply in matters that concern the body; for instance, to be over much occupied about exercise, about eating and drinking, about easing oneself, about sexual intercourse.
I don't think that the flesh is necessarily treacherous, evil, bad. It is cantankerous, and it is independent. The idea read more
I don't think that the flesh is necessarily treacherous, evil, bad. It is cantankerous, and it is independent. The idea of independence is the key. It really is like colonialism. The colonies suddenly decide that they can and should exist with their own personality and should detach from the control of the mother country. At first the colony is perceived as being treacherous. It's a betrayal. Ultimately, it can be seen as the separation of a partner that could be very valuable as an equal rather than as something you dominate.
The pain of the mind is worse than the pain of the body
The pain of the mind is worse than the pain of the body
The older you get, the tougher it is to lose weight because by then, your body and your fat are read more
The older you get, the tougher it is to lose weight because by then, your body and your fat are really good friends
Mental pleasure are never cloy; unlike those of the body, they are increased by repetition, approved by reflection, and strengthened read more
Mental pleasure are never cloy; unlike those of the body, they are increased by repetition, approved by reflection, and strengthened by enjoyment.
A healthy body is a guest chamber for the soul: a sick body is a prison.
A healthy body is a guest chamber for the soul: a sick body is a prison.
The human body is a machine which winds its own springs.
The human body is a machine which winds its own springs.
Love's mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.
Love's mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.
