I like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more.
I would want the British reader to feel that religion in America isn’t an absurd thing – a sign of a pin head athwart a gigantic body.
I am not the perishable body, but the eternal Self.
Cosmic energy enters the body through the medulla and then passes to the cerebrum, in which it is stored or concentrated.
When the belly is empty, the body becomes spirit; and when it is full, the spirit becomes body.
For me, the real earth is that chosen part of the universe, still almost universally dispersed and in course of gradual segregation, but which is little by little taking on body and form in Christ.
In America, burial means an embalmed body in a heavy-duty casket with a vault built over it, so that the ground doesn’t settle. That body is encased in many layers of denial.
True enjoyment comes from activity of the mind and exercise of the body; the two are ever united.
Death in its natural state can be very beautiful. When you think about a body that’s died of natural causes – family taking care of it – all of that is very beautiful.
Body and spirit are twins: God only knows which is which.