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The human body has two ends on it: one to create with and one to sit on. Sometimes people get read more
The human body has two ends on it: one to create with and one to sit on. Sometimes people get their ends reversed. When this happens they need a kick in the seat of the pants.
The average, healthy, well-adjusted adult gets up at seven-thirty in the morning feeling just plain terrible.
The average, healthy, well-adjusted adult gets up at seven-thirty in the morning feeling just plain terrible.
All of us have mortal bodies, composed of perishable matter, but the soul lives forever: it is a portion of read more
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.
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.
The human body is a magazine of inventions, the patent office, where are the models from which every hint is read more
The human body is a magazine of inventions, the patent office, where are the models from which every hint is taken. All the tools and engines on earth are only extensions of its limbs and senses.
It takes more than just a good looking body. You've got to have the heart and soul to go with read more
It takes more than just a good looking body. You've got to have the heart and soul to go with it.
The ear tends to be lazy, craves the familiar, and is shocked by the unexpected: the eye, on the other read more
The ear tends to be lazy, craves the familiar, and is shocked by the unexpected: the eye, on the other hand, tends to be impatient, craves the novel and is bored by repetition.
Our bodies are apt to be our autobiographies.
Our bodies are apt to be our autobiographies.
What is this life if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare?
What is this life if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare?
