Anatomy

"BRAIN, n. An apparatus with which we think what we think. That which distinguishes the man who is content to be something from the man who wishes to do something. A man of great wealth, or one who has been pitchforked into high station, has commonly such a headful of brain that his neighbors cannot keep their hats on. In our civilization, and under our republican form of government, brain is so highly honored that it is rewarded by exemption from the cares of office."

"I... refer to the... Waynflete Lectures given by... E. D. Adrian, on The Physical Background of Perception because the results of physiological investigations seem... in perfect agreement with my suggestion about the meaning of reality in physics. The messages which the brain receives have not the least similarity with the stimuli. They consist in pulses of given intensities and frequencies, characteristic for the transmitting nerve-fiber, which ends in a definite place in the cortex. All the brain 'learns' (I use... the objectionable language of the 'disquieting figure of a little hobgoblin sitting... aloft in the ') is a distribution or a 'map' of pulses. From this information it produces the image of the world by a process which can metaphorically be called a consummate place of combinatorial mathematics: it sorts out of the maze of indifferent and varying signals invariant shapes and relations which form the world of ordinary experience."

"My brain is a piggybank. Drop your coins and feel happy because you’re contributing to my economy. Fundraiser, you are raising the funds to kill my soul every day a little more."

"We do have an organ for understanding and recognizing moral facts. It is called the brain."

"Do we trivialize a sublime feeling if we appreciate its dependence on the brain? Not in the least. Its significance does not depend on its being a soul state or a brain state...Humility bids us to take ourselves as we are; we do not have to be cosmically significant to be genuinely significant."

"Aristotle taught that the brain exists merely to cool the blood and is not involved in the process of thinking. This is true only of certain persons."

"It is an article of passionate faith among 'politically correct' biologists and anthropologists that brain size has no connection with intelligence; that intelligence has nothing to do with genes; and that genes are probably nasty fascist things anyway."

"You have a brain, my friend; but I have a heart."

"My brain is open!"

"In the Arena of Brains no more salutary thing can befall a man than to meet his match. The discipline is stern, but not of the most adamant."

"By the time a fetus is 6 months old, it is producing electrical signals recognizable as brain waves. And clusters of lab-grown human brain cells known as organoids seem to follow a similar schedule, researchers reported Thursday in the journal Cell Stem Cell. "After these organoids are in that six-to-nine-months range, that's when [the electrical patterns] start to look a lot like what you'd see with a preterm infant," says Alysson Muotri, director of the stem cell program at the University of California, San Diego."

"If... too much blood is supplied to the brain, congestion of the vessels takes place, and irregularity in its action is at once produced; if too little, the brain (and, therefore, the nervous system) becomes first irritable and then lethargic. The quality of the blood supplied is also of great importance. As it courses through the body it has two principal functions to perform — to supply oxygen and to provide nutrition to the different organs of the body; and if it be unable adequately to fulfill either of these functions, a certain disorganization will follow. If the supply of oxygen to the brain be deficient, it becomes overcharged with carbon dioxide, and heaviness and lethargy very shortly supervene. A common example of this is the feeling of dullness and sleepiness which frequently overtakes one in a crowded and ill-ventilated room; owing to the exhaustion of the oxygen in the room by the continued respiration of so large a number of people, the brain does not receive its due modicum, and therefore is unable to do its work properly."

"Anyone who claims that the brain is a total mystery should be slapped upside the head with the MIT Encyclopedia of the Cognitive Sciences. All one thousand ninety-six pages of it."

"My brain? It's my second favorite organ!"

"If we don't have good models to study the human brain, the potential for being able to address so much human suffering, disease, things that are very difficult to model in animals, we'll never reach."

"If the human brain were so simple that we could understand it, we would be so simple that we couldn't."

"The brain is a mystery; it has been and still will be. How does the brain produce thoughts? That is the central question and we have still no answer to it."

"A hidden spark of the dream sleeps in the forest and waits in the celestial spheres of the brain."

"Because our minds need to reduce information, we are more likely to try to squeeze a phenomenon into the Procrustean bed of a crisp and known category (amputating the unknown), rather than suspend categorization, and make it tangible. Thanks to our detections of false patterns, along with real ones, what is random will appear less random and more certain—our overactive brains are more likely to impose the wrong, simplistic, narrative than no narrative at all."

"You start out as a single cell derived from the coupling of a sperm and an egg; this divides in two, then four, then eight, and so on, and at a certain stage there emerges a single cell which has as all its progeny the human brain. The mere existence of such a cell should be one of the great astonishments of the earth. People ought to be walking around all day, all through their waking hours calling to each other in endless wonderment, talking of nothing except that cell."

"I was taught that the human brain was the crowning glory of evolution so far, but I think it’s a very poor scheme for survival."

"The brain, is the most complex thing we have yet discovered in our universe."

"People who had damage to the right cerebral hemisphere were unable to recognise simple patterns, or enjoy music, but they could still speak normally. People with left-brain damage were able to recognise patterns, but their speech was impaired. Obviously, then, the left deals with language, and you would expect a split-brain patient to be unable to read with his right eye (connected, remember, to the opposite side of the brain). Sperry's patient was also unable to write anything meaningful (i.e., complicated) with his left hand. They noticed another oddity. if the patient bumped into something with his left side, he did not notice. And the implications were very odd indeed. Not only did the split-brain operation give the patient two separate minds; it also seemed to restrict his identity, or ego, to the left side. When they placed an object in his left hand, and asked him what he was holding, he had no idea. Further experiments underlined the point. If a split-brain patient is shown two different symbols -- say a circle and a square -- with each eye, and is asked to say what he has just seen, he replies, 'A square'. Asked to draw with his left hand what he has seen, and he draws a circle. Asked what he has just drawn, he replies: 'A square'. And when one split-brain patient was shown a picture of a nude male with the right-brain, she blushed; asked why she was blushing, she replied truthfully: 'I don't know'. The implications are clearly staggering. The person you call 'you' lives in the left side of your brain. And a few centimeters away there is another person, a completely independent identity. Where language is concerned, this other person is almost an imbecile. In other respects, he is more competent than the inhabitant of the left-brain; for example, he can make a far more accurate perspective drawing of a house. In effect. the left-brain person is a scientist, the right-brain an artist."

"How can one fix the brain when it is the device we use to seek the solution?"

"The brain being indeed a machine, we must not hope to find its artifice through other ways than those which are used to find the artifice of the other machines. It thus remains to do what we would do for any other machine; I mean to dismantle it piece by piece and to consider what these can do separately and together."

"Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living."

"...consider a man 60 feet high...Giant Pope and Giant Pagan in the illustrated Pilgrim's Progress.... These monsters...weighed 1000 times as much as Christian. Every square inch of a giant bone had to support 10 times the weight borne by a square inch of human bone. As the human thigh-bone breaks under about 10 times the human weight, Pope and Pagan would have broken their thighs every time they took a step.""

"Take that bone out of your nose and call me back."

"A bone to the dog is not charity. Charity is the bone shared with the dog when you are just as hungry as the dog."

"To live in this world you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go."

"And the LORD God caused a deep sleep to fall upon Adam, and he slept: and he took one of his ribs, and closed up the flesh instead thereof;And the rib, which the LORD God had taken from man, made he a woman, and brought her unto the man.And Adam said, This is now bone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh: she shall be called Woman, because she was taken out of Man.Therefore shall a man leave his father and his mother, and shall cleave unto his wife: and they shall be one flesh.And they were both naked, the man and his wife, and were not ashamed."

"A sound heart is the life of the flesh: but envy the rottenness of the bones."

"The heart of the wise teacheth his mouth, and addeth learning to his lips.Pleasant words are as an honeycomb, sweet to the soul, and health to the bones."

"Behold my hands and my feet, that it is I myself: handle me, and see; for a spirit hath not flesh and bones, as ye see me have."

"For no man ever yet hated his own flesh; but nourisheth and cherisheth it, even as the Lord the church:For we are members of his body, of his flesh, and of his bones."

"I may tell all my bones."

"Hard words break no bones."

"Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me."

"A fool there was and he made his prayer (Even as you and I!) To a rag and a bone and a hank of hair We called her the woman who did not care), But the fool he called her his lady fair (Even as you and I!)"

"“Stand up, stand up now, Tomlinson, and answer loud and high “The good that ye did for the sake of men or ever ye came to die— “The good that ye did for the sake of men in little earth so lone!” And the naked soul of Tomlinson grew white as a rain-washed bone."

"Good frend for Jesus sake forbeare To digg the dust encloased heare Blese be the man that spares these stones And curst be he that moves my bones"

"Now for the bare-pick'd bone of majesty Doth dogged war bristle his angry crest And snarleth in the gentle eyes of peace."

"Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones."

"Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes; Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange."

"I will consult the bones!! [disperses bones on ground, pauses for a moment, then whispers discreetly to Willow] …The bones tell me…nothing."

"Through sound and motion, you will be able to paralyze nerves, shatter bones, set fires, suffocate an enemy or burst his organs."

"Voilà, ma petite Amélie, vous n'avez pas des os en verre. Vous pouvez vous cogner à la vie. Si vous laissez passer cette chance, alors avec le temps, c'est votre cœur qui va devenir aussi sec et cassant que mon squelette. Alors, allez y, nom d'un chien!"

"Throw me a frickin' bone here!"

"Your bones don't break, mine do. That's clear. Your cells react to bacteria and viruses differently than mine. You don't get sick, I do. That's also clear. But for some reason, you and I react the exact same way to water. We swallow it too fast, we choke. We get some in our lungs, we drown. However unreal it may seem, we are connected, you and I. We're on the same curve, just on opposite ends."

"Evey, please…there is a face beneath this mask, but it's not me. I'm no more that face than I am the muscles beneath it, or the bones beneath them."

"I believe them bones are me Some say we're born into the grave I feel so alone, gonna end up a big ol' pile of them bones"

"In ancient Rome There was a poem About a dog Who found two bones He picked at one He licked the other He went in circles 'Till he dropped dead"

"Always had more dogs than bones"

"Your bones got a little machine You're the bone machine"

"Break my body, hold my bones, hold my bones"

"Got hair in a girl That flows to her bones And a comb in her pocket If the winds get blown"

"We go out in the world and take our chances Fate is just the weight of circumstances That's the way that lady luck dances Roll the bones"

"BEARD, n. The hair that is commonly cut off by those who justly execrate the absurd Chinese custom of shaving the head."

"Many were the disguises he assumed. At one time he even meditated cutting off his mustaches ; — that would have been "the unkindest cut of all.”"

"Ye shall not round the corners of your heads, neither shalt thou mar the corners of thy beard."

"It’s always the same: if someone is against convention his only way of attacking it is by creating another convention, so that when most people are clean-shaven he grows a beard, and when beards are worn he shaves his off. He’s merely changing from one convention to another."

"He that hath a beard is more than a youth; and he that hath no beard is less than a man."

"Edmund: [Referring to The Bearded Lady] Great. We've only got one act, and she shaved her beard off!"

"[Lord Flasheart nods to Baldrick, who's dressed as a bridesmaid.] Flasheart: Thanks, Bridesmaid! Like the beard! Gives me something to hang on to!"

"Baldrick: Yeah, and I could be played by some tiny tit in a beard."

"Narrator: [introducing Baldrick] The other was the sole descendant of an unfortunate meeting between a pig-farmer and a bearded lady. History has, quite rightly, forgotten his name."

"Lying lips are abomination to the LORD: but they that deal truly are his delight."

"He who guards his lips guards his life, but he who speaks rashly will come to ruin."

"Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely."

"Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue."

"I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison You're poison running through my veins You're poison I don't wanna break these chains."

"Never close your lips to those whom you have already opened your heart."

"Some asked me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say, But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia."

"Lips are no part of the head, only made for a double-leaf door for the mouth."

"Once positioned on their (children's) lips, even the scariest of words come out as a melodious lisp."

"Divers philosophers hold that the lips is parcel of the mouth."

"I can read and see the words that you have confined behind the wall of your lips in the expression on your face and in the gaze of your eyes."

"This time, she silenced me not by speaking, but by pressing her lips against my mouth."

"Her lips were red, and one was thin, Compared to that was next her chin, (Some bee had stung it newly)."

"With that she dasht her on the lippes, So dyed double red; Hard was the heart that gave the blow, Soft were those lippes that bled."

"Do you know how you got that dent, in your top lip? Way back, before you were born, I told you a secret, then I put my finger there and I said "Shhhhh!""

"As a pomegranate, cut in twain, White-seeded is her crimson mouth."

"An Arab, by his earnest gaze, Has clothed a lovely maid with blushes; A smile within his eyelids plays And into words his longing gushes."

"Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, Half wishing they were dead to save the shame. The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow; They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats, And flare up bodily, wings and all."

"I pity bashful men, who feel the pain Of fancied scorn and undeserved disdain, And bear the marks upon a blushing face, Of needless shame, and self-impos'd disgrace."

"Bello è il rossore, ma è incommodo qualche volta."

"What betraying things blushes are ! Like sealing wax in the juvenile riddle, a blush "burns to keep a secret.""

"The apple blossoms' shower of pearl, The pear tree’s rosier hue, As beautiful as woman's blush, As evanescent too."

"Such was the colour—when her cheek Spoke what the lip might never speak. The crimson flush which could confess All that we hoped—but dared not guess. That blush which through the world is known To love, and to the rose alone—"

"I will go wash; And when my face is fair, you shall perceive Whether I blush or no."

"Lay by all nicety and prolixious blushes, That banish what they sue for."

"By noting of the lady I have mark'd A thousand blushing apparitions To start into her face, a thousand innocent shames. In angel whiteness beat away those blushes."

"Where now I have no one to blush with me, To cross their arms and hang their heads with mine."

"Two red fires in both their faces blazed; She thought he blush'd, * * * And, blushing with him, wistly on him gazed."

"And bid the cheek be ready with a blush Modest as morning when she coldly eyes The youthful Phœbus."

"Come, quench your blushes and present yourself That which you are, mistress o' the feast."

"Man is the Only Animal that Blushes. Or needs to."

"The man that blushes is not quite a brute."

"So sweet the blush of bashfulness, E'en pity scarce can wish it less!"

"Blushed like the waves of hell."

"'Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past."

"Pure friendship's well-feigned blush."

"We griev'd, we sigh'd, we wept; we never blushed before."

"Once he saw a youth blushing, and addressed him, "Courage, my boy; that is the complexion of virtue.""

"A blush is no language: only a dubious flag-signal which may mean either of two contradictories."

"The rising blushes, which her cheek o'er-spread, Are opening roses in the lily's bed."

"Blushing is the colour of virtue."

"Such a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn."

"Les hommes rougissent moins de leur crimes que de leurs faiblesses et de leur vanité."

"L'innocence à rougir n'est point accoutumée."

"While mantling on the maiden's cheek Young roses kindled into thought."

"From every blush that kindles in thy cheeks, Ten thousand little loves and graces spring To revel in the roses."

"Yet will she blush, here be it said, To hear her secrets so bewrayed."

"Erubuit: salva res est."

"Seek in that cheek for the dimples that hide Quite from the sight; then a moment descried, Fly from your eye, half confessed, half denied."

"Then did she lift her hands unto his chin, And praised the pretty dimpling of his skin."

"She smiled, and more of pleasure than disdain Was in her dimpled chin and liberal lip."

"She had the mouth that smiles in repose. The lips met full on the centre of the bow and thinned along to a lifting dimple."

"... Adonis smiles as in disdain, That in each cheek appears a pretty dimple; Love made those hollows; if himself were slain, He might be buried in a tomb so simple; Foreknowing well, if there he came to lie, Why, there Love lived and there he could not die."

"The dimples in Her cheeks and chin Are snares which Love hath set, And I have fallen in!"

"It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many millions of faces there should be none alike."

"As clear and as manifest as the nose in a man's face."

"And her face so fair Stirr'd with her dream, as rose-leaves with the air."

"Yet even her tyranny had such a grace, The women pardoned all, except her face."

"He had a face like a benediction."

"You don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope."

"Such a lovely place, such a lovely face."

"That is the great thing about our movement--that these members are uniform not only in ideas, but even, the facial expression is almost the same!"

"“You cannot see my face, for no man can see me and live.” Jehovah said further: “Here is a place near me. Station yourself on the rock. When my glory is passing by, I will place you in a crevice of the rock, and I will shield you with my hand until I have passed by. After that I will take my hand away, and you will see my back. But my face may not be seen."

"Do not be afraid because of their faces, for ‘I am with you to deliver you,’ is the utterance of Jehovah."

"The mystery of the human face is what is behind the face. The inward unkindnesses and worries, or the kind and peaceful and happy thoughts are reproduced as surely on the face, as the artist's idea is upon his canvass."

"Human face divine."

"In her face excuse Came prologue, and apology too prompt."

"Love has a thousand faces."

"If you're gonna be two-faced at least make one of them pretty."

"May I not so much, so much be lost, just To see the hue, grace, glory gone Off the face of my beloved As I’d wake and be conscious."

"I had also read on the face of surroundings some broken some disconnected some cracked expectations."

"All men's faces are true, whatsome'er their hands are."

"Thou hast a grim appearance, and thy face Bears a command in 't: though thy tackle's torn, Thou show'st a noble vessel."

"A countenance more in sorrow than in anger."

"God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another."

"There is a fellow somewhat near the door; he should be a brazier by his face."

"I have seen better faces in my time Than stands on any shoulder that I see."

"There's no art To find the mind's construction in the face."

"Your face, my thane, is a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Look like the time."

"You have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm, of cloudiness."

"Compare her face with some that I shall show; And I will make thee think thy swan a crow."

"A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with."

"Showing that if a good face is a letter of recommendation, a good heart is a letter of credit."

"And to his eye There was but one beloved face on earth, And that was shining on him."

"There is a garden in her face, Where roses and white lilies blow; A heavenly paradise is that place, Wherein all pleasant fruits do grow. There cherries grow that none may buy, Till cherry ripe themselves do cry."

"The magic of a face."

"The face the index of a feeling mind."

"Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face."

"Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting for the opening day, When childish thoughts, like flowers, would drift away."

"How some they have died, and some they have left me, And some are taken from me; all are departed; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces."

"A face that had a story to tell. How different faces are in this particular! Some of them speak not. They are books in which not a line is written, save perhaps a date."

"These faces in the mirrors Are but the shadows and phantoms of myself."

"The light upon her face Shines from the windows of another world. Saints only have such faces."

"Oh! could you view the melody Of every grace, And music of her face, You'd drop a tear, Seeing more harmony In her bright eye, Than now you hear."

"Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.— Her lips suck forth my soul; see, where it flies!—"

"Vous avez bien la face descouverte; moi je suis tout face."

"Cheek * * * Flushing white and mellow'd red; Gradual tints, as when there glows In snowy milk the bashful rose."

"With faces like dead lovers who died true."

"Sæpe tacens vocem verbaque vultus habet."

"If to her share some female errors fall Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all."

"Lift thou up the light of thy countenance upon us."

"A sweet attractive kinde of grace, A full assurance given by lookes, Continuall comfort in a face The lineaments of Gospell bookes."

"On his bold visage middle age Had slightly press'd its signet sage, Yet had not quenched the open truth And fiery vehemence of youth; Forward and frolic glee was there, The will to do, the soul to dare."

"Sea of upturned faces."

"In thy face I see thy fury: if I longer stay We shall begin our ancient bickerings."

"Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn."

"Hidden are the faces around me, like words tucked within quotation marks."

"Behind masks of smiles, some faces have buried their pain, while others have hidden almost their entirety."

"Every face is hidden behind some mask or another yet still, they are deciphered just as phrases are understood from within quotation marks."

"An unforgiving eye, and a damned disinheriting countenance."

"Her angel's face, As the great eye of heaven, shyned bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place."

"Her cheeks so rare a white was on, No daisy makes comparison; (Who sees them is undone); For streaks of red were mingled there, Such as are on a Cath'rine pear, (The side that's next the Sun)."

"Her face is like the Milky Way i' the sky,— A meeting of gentle lights without a name."

"White rose in red rose-garden Is not so white; Snowdrops, that plead for pardon And pine for fright Because the hard East blows Over their maiden vows, Grow not as this face grows from pale to bright."

"A face with gladness overspread! Soft smiles, by human kindness bred!"

"My face. Is this long strip of skin Which bears of worry many a trace, Of sallow hue, of features thin, This mass of seams and lines, my face?"

"Homer describes Atë as a god and as delicate (or at any rate, with delicate feet): 'delicate are her feet; she walks not upon the ground, but goes upon the heads of men.' Presumably he's giving an example here to show how delicate—she goes not on what is hard, but on what is soft. We can use a similar argument to show how delicate Eros is. He does not walk upon the ground, nor yet on men's heads (which aren't that soft anyway); he lives and moves among the softest of all things, making his home in the hearts and minds of gods and men. And not in all hearts equally. He avoids any hard hearts he comes across, and settles among the tender-hearted. He must therefore be extremely delicate, since he only ever touches (either with his feet or in any other way) the softest of the soft."

"Every step she took was as the witch had said it would be, she felt as if treading upon the points of needles or sharp knives; but she bore it willingly, and stepped as lightly by the prince’s side as a soap-bubble, so that he and all who saw her wondered at her graceful-swaying movements."

"The big toe is the most human part of the human body, in the sense that no other element of this body is as differentiated from the corresponding element of the (chimpanzee, gorilla and orangutan)."

"The human foot is commonly subjected to grotesque tortures that deform it and make it rickety. In an imbecilic way it is doomed to corns, calluses, and bunions."

"Man's secret horror of his foot is one of the explanations for the tendency to conceal its length and form as much as possible. Heels of greater or lesser height, depending on the sex, distract from the foot's low and flat character. Besides the uneasiness is often confused with a sexual uneasiness; this is especially striking among the Chinese who, after having atrophied the feet of women, situate them at the most excessive point of deviance. The husband himself must not see the nude feet of his wife, and it is incorrect and immoral in general to look at the feet of women. Catholic confessors, adapting themselves to this aberration, ask their Chinese penitents "if they have not looked at women's feet. The same aberration is found among the Turks (Volga Turks, Turks of Central Asia), who consider it immoral to show their nude feet and who even go to bed in stockings. Nothing similar can be cited from classical antiquity (apart from the use of very high soles in tragedies). The most prudish Roman matrons constantly allowed their nude toes to be seen. On the other hand, modesty concerning feet developed excessively in the modern ea and only started to disappear in the nineteenth century. M. Salomon Reinarch has studied this development in detail in the article entitled Pieds pudiques [Modest Feet], insisting on the role of Spain, where women's feet have been the object of most dreaded anxiety and thus were the cause of crimes. The simple fact of allowing the shod foot to be seen, jutting up from under a skirt, was regarded as indecent. Under no circumstances was it possible to touch the foot of a woman."

"Ralph chose the firm strip as a path because he needed to think; and only here could he allow his feet to move without having to watch them. Suddenly, pacing by the water, he was overcome with astonishment. He found himself understanding the wearisomeness of this life, where every path was an improvisation and a considerable part of one's waking life was spent watching one's feet."

"How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings."

"When he had finished washing their feet, he put on his clothes and returned to his place. "Do you understand what I have done for you?" he asked them. "You call me 'Teacher' and 'Lord,' and rightly so, for that is what I am. Now that I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also should wash one another's feet. I have set you an example that you should do as I have done for you. Very truly I tell you, no servant is greater than his master, nor is a messenger greater than the one who sent him.""

"Thou puttest my feet also in the stocks, and lookest narrowly unto all my paths; thou settest a print upon the heels of my feet."

"Pies, para qué los quiero Si tengo alas para volar."

"Feet, what do I need them for If I have wings to fly."

"I remember the first time I was sick. I had gone to play with a boy, Luis Léon, and on the patio he threw a wooden log at my foot, and this was the pretext they used at home when my leg began to grow thin. I remember they said that it was a white tumor or paralysis. I missed a lot of school [Frida spent nine months in bed, and and at seven she wore (polio) booties]. I do not remember a lot, but I continued jumping, only not with the right leg anymore. I developed a horrible complex, and I hide my leg. I wore thick wool socks onto the knee, with bandages underneath. This happened when I was seven years old, and my papa and my mama begun to spoil me a lot and to love me more. The foot leaned to the side, and I limped a little. This was during the period when I had my imaginary friend. (9 September 1950)"

"The associative sense of the Russian nozhki (conjuring a pair of small, elegant, high-instepped, slender-ankled lady's feet) is a shade tenderer than the French petits poids; it has not the stodginess of the English 'foot,' large or small, or the mawkishness of the German Fuesschen."

"All persons who have an atom of taste, or a sense of proportion, will agree that the French women shine in their feet and ankles, and truth compels me to confess that . . . generally speaking, the foot is not an admirable feature of the British female person."

"To a Barefoot Boy: Your condition is rather delicate, and it’s because, I am sure, your sandal pinches; new leather, you know, is quite likely to cut into flesh that is tender. That is why Asclepius readily heals wounds received in war and hunting and all such accidents, but neglects these others because of the voluntariness of the action—as due to indiscretion rather than to a god’s capricious malevolence. Why then don’t you walk barefoot? What grudge have you against the earth? Slippers and sandals and top-boots and shoes are for the wearing of invalids or the aged. Philoctetes, at any rate, is pictured in such protective garb—because he was lame and ill. But the philosopher from Sinope and the Theban Crates and Ajax and Achilles are pictured as wearing no shoes, and Jason as wearing but one. For the story goes that, when Jason was crossing the Anaurus River, one boot was caught by the mud and held fast under the stream, and so he had one bare foot—not that he deliberately chose to have, but that chance taught him what was best; and he went his way the victim of a salutary robbery. Let nothing come between the earth and your bare foot. Fear not, the dust will welcome your tread as it would welcome grass, and we shall all kiss your footprints. Ο perfect lines of feet most dearly loved! Ο flowers new and strange! Ο plants sprung from earth! Ο kiss left lying on the ground!"

"The ladies' gowns so well designed; I love their feet—although you'll find That all of Russia scarcely numbers Three pairs of shapely feet... And yet, How long it took me to forget Two special feet."

"Diana's breast is charming, brothers, And Flora's cheek, I quite agree; But I prefer above these others The foot of sweet Terpischore. It hints to probing, ardent glances of rich rewards and peerless trances; Its token beauty stokes the fires, The wilful swarm of hot desires. My dear Elvina, I adore it— Beneath the table barely seen, In springtime on the meadow's green, In winter with the hearth before it, Upon the ballroom's mirrored floor, Or perched on granite by the shore."

"I recollect the ocean rumbling: O how I envied then the waves— Those rushing tides in tumult tumbling To fall about her feet like slaves! I longed to join the waves in pressing Upon those feet these lips... caressing."

"Another memory finds me ready: In cherished dreams I sometimes stand And hold the lucky stirrup steady, Then feel her foot within my hand!"

"Why must my pupil be forced always to have a cow's skin under his feet? What harm would there be if in case of need his own skin were able to serve him as a sole? In this part of the body the delicacy of the skin clearly can never be useful for anything and can often do much harm. Awakened at midnight in the heart of winter by the enemy in the city, the Genevans found their muskets before their shoes. If none of them had known how to march barefoot, who knows whether Geneva might not have been taken? Let us always arm man against unexpected accidents. In morning let Emile run barefoot in all seasons, in his room or on the stairs, in the garden. Far from reproaching him, I shall imitate him."

"My feet, they haul me Round the House, They Hoist me up the Stairs; I only have to steer them, and They Ride me Everywheres."

"And the prettiest foot! Oh, if a man could but fasten his eyes to her feet, as they steal in and out, and play at bo-peep under her petticoats!"

"It is a suggestive idea to track those worn feet backward through all the paths they have trodden ever since they were the tender and rosy little feet of a baby, and (cold as they now are) were kept warm in his mother's hand."

"Better a barefoot than none."

"Her pretty feet Like snails did creep A little out, and then, As if they played at bo-peep Did soon draw in agen."

"Feet that run on willing errands!"

"'Tis all one as if they should make the Standard for the measure, we call a Foot, a Chancellor's Foot; what an uncertain Measure would this be! one Chancellor has a long Foot, another a short Foot, a Third an indifferent Foot. 'Tis the same thing in the Chancellor's Conscience."

"Nay, her foot speaks."

"O, so light a foot Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint."

"O happy earth, Whereon thy innocent feet doe ever tread!"

"Her feet beneath her petticoat, Like little mice, stole in and out, As if they feared the light: But oh! she dances such a way! No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight."

"And feet like sunny gems on an English green."

"Hand, n. A singular instrument worn at the end of a human arm and commonly thrust into somebody's pocket."

"See the sun set in the hand of the man."

"Even to the delicacy of their hand There was resemblance such as true blood wears."

"For through the South the custom still commands The gentleman to kiss the lady's hands."

"You open your hand and satisfy the desire of every living thing."

"Like a led victim, to my death I'll go, And, dying, bless the hand that gave the blow."

"Come take my hand, you should know me, I've always been in your mind You know I will be kind, I'll be guiding you Building your dream has to start now, There's no other road to take You won't make a mistake, I'll be guiding you."

"My hands are small I know, but they're not yours, they are my own"

"'Twas a hand White, delicate, dimpled, warm, languid, and bland. The hand of a woman is often, in youth, Somewhat rough, somewhat red, somewhat graceless in truth; Does its beauty refine, as its pulses grow calm, Or as sorrow has crossed the life line in the palm?"

"His red right hand."

"Without the bed her other fair hand was, On the green coverlet; whose perfect white Show'd like an April daisy on the grass, With pearly sweat, resembling dew of night."

"All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand."

"They may seize On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand."

"O, that her hand, In whose comparison all whites are ink, Writing their own reproach, to whose soft seizure The cygnet's down is harsh and spirit of sense Hard as the palm of ploughman."

"Good is in the hands. Evil is also in the hands."

"Let your left hand turn away what your right hand attracts."

"Come and hold my hand I wanna contact the living"

"Una mano lava l'altra, ed ambedue lavano il volto."

"His hand will be against every man, and every man's hand against him"

"The voice is Jacob's voice, but the hands are the hands of Esau."

"Rubente dextra."

"We bear it calmly, though a ponderous woe, And still adore the hand that gives the blow."

"Puras deus non plenas adspicit manus."

"Dextra mihi Deus."

"Alcmaeon was, says [J.] Wachtler, the first who attempted to explain the phenomenon of sound and our perception of it by reference to the structure of the ear itself. Empedocles to some extent follows or agrees with him. ...Empedocles teaches that hearing is caused by the impact of the air-wave against the cartilage which is suspended within the ear, oscillating as it is struck, like a gong."

"He ne'er presumed to make an error clearer;— In short, there never was a better hearer."

"Your people are talking together about you by the walls and at the doors of the houses, saying to each other, ‘Come and hear the message that has come from the Lord.’ My people come to you, as they usually do, and sit before you to hear your words, but they do not put them into practice. Their mouths speak of love, but their hearts are greedy for unjust gain. Indeed, to them you are nothing more than one who sings love songs with a beautiful voice and plays an instrument well, for they hear your words but do not put them into practice."

"Little pitchers have wide ears."

"Who is so deaf as he that will not hear?"

"Where more is meant than meets the ear."

"I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of death."

"Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius, Had you a healthful ear to hear of it."

"Hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear."

"Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears."

"All lies and jest, still, a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest."

"One eare it heard, at the other out it went."

"Within a bony labyrinthean cave, Reached by the pulse of the aërial wave, This sibyl, sweet, and Mystic Sense is found, Muse, that presides o'er all the Powers of Sound."

"None so deaf as those that will not hear."

"Went in at the one eare and out at the other."

"Hear ye not the hum Of mighty workings?"

"Where did you get that pearly ear? God spoke and it came out to hear."

"He that hath ears to hear, let him hear."

"They never would hear, But turn the deaf ear, As a matter they had no concern in."

"He that has ears to hear, let him stuff them with cotton."

"Strike, but hear me."

"Some asked me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say, But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia."

"Lips are no part of the head, only made for a double-leaf door for the mouth."

"He had in his right hand seven stars: and out of his mouth went a sharp twoedged sword: and his countenance was as the sun shineth in his strength."

"Set a watch, O LORD, before my mouth; keep the door of my lips."

"Divers philosophers hold that the lips is parcel of the mouth."

"Her lips were red, and one was thin, Compared to that was next her chin, (Some bee had stung it newly)."

"Flies enter an open mouth."

"The artistic mouth recites words; the harsh mouth brings litigation documents; the sweet mouth gathers sweet herbs."

"With that she dasht her on the lippes, So dyed double red; Hard was the heart that gave the blow, Soft were those lippes that bled."

"As a pomegranate, cut in twain, White-seeded is her crimson mouth."

"As clear and as manifest as the nose in a man's face."

"Se couper le nez pour faire dépit à son visage."

"François Rabelais' Gargantua and Pantagruel, Laurence Sterne's Tristram Shandy, Edmond Rostand's Cyrano de Bergerac, Nikolai Gogol's Nos and, of course, fairy tales such as Carlo Collodi's Pinocchio and Wilhelm Hauff's Zwerg Nase are only some of the texts that feature prominent noses."

"When any one of you awakes from sleep . . . he must clean his nose three times, for the devil spends the night in the interior of one’s nose."

"Jolly nose! there are fools who say drink hurts the sight, Such dullards know nothing about it; 'Tis better with wine to extinguish the light Than live always in darkness without it."

"Give me a man with a good allowance of nose,… when I want any good head-work done I choose a man—provided his education has been suitable—with a long nose."

"Plain as a nose in a man's face."

"Such and so many are the notions, then, which we have about Wisdom and the wise. Now of these characteristics that of knowing all things must belong to him who has in the highest degree universal knowledge; for he knows in a sense all the instances that fall under the universal. And these things, the most universal, are on the whole the hardest for men to know; for they are farthest from the senses."

"Within me I had a dearth of that inner food which is thyself, my God—although that dearth caused me no hunger. And I remained without any appetite for incorruptible food—not because I was already filled with it, but because the emptier I became the more I loathed it. Because of this my soul was unhealthy; and, full of sores, it exuded itself forth, itching to be scratched by scraping on the things of the senses."

"When the mind is not dissipated upon extraneous things, nor diffused over the world about us through the senses, it withdraws within itself, and of its own accord ascends to the contemplation of God."

"Purification of the soul ... consists in scorning the pleasures that arise through the senses, in not feasting the eyes on the silly exhibitions of jugglers or on the sight of bodies which gives the spur to sensual pleasure, in not permitting licentious songs to enter through the ears and drench your souls."

"That neither our Thoughts, nor Passions, nor Ideas formed by the Imagination, exist without the Mind, is what every Body will allow. And it seems no less evident that the various Sensations or Ideas imprinted on the Sense... cannot exist otherwise than in a Mind perceiving them... For as to what is said of the absolute Existence of unthinking Things without any relation to their being perceived, that seems perfectly unintelligible. Their Esse is Percipi, nor is it possible they should have any Existence, out of the Minds or thinking Things which perceive them."

"In dependence on the sensuality element there arises sensual perception; in dependence on sensual perception there arises sensual intention; in dependence on sensual intention there arises sensual desire; in dependence on sensual desire there arises sensual passion; in dependence on sensual passion there arises a sensual quest. Engaged in a sensual quest, the uninstructed worldling conducts himself wrongly in three ways—with body, speech, and mind."

"If someone asks us which of these is more perfect, intellect or sense, the intelligible or the sensible, we shall promise to answer promptly, if he will first give us an answer to the following question. You know, my inquiring friend, that there is some power in you which has a notion of each of these things—a notion, I say, of intellect itself and of sense, of the intelligible and the sensible. This is evident, for the same power which compares these to each other must at that time in a certain manner see both. Tell me, then, whether a power of this kind belongs to intellect or sense? ...Sense, as you yourself have shown, can perceive neither itself nor intellect and the objects of intellect; whereas intellect knows both. ... Therefore, intellect is not only more perfect than sense but is also, after perfection itself, in the highest degree perfect."

"The cause of Sense, is the Externall Body, or Object, which presseth the organ proper to each Sense, either immediatly, as in the Tast and Touch; or mediately, as in Seeing, Hearing, and Smelling: which pressure, by the mediation of Nerves, and other strings, and membranes of the body, continued inwards to the Brain, and Heart, causeth there a resistance, or counter-pressure, or endeavour of the heart, or deliver it self: which endeavour because Outward, seemeth to be some matter without. And this seeming, or fancy, is that which men call Sense; and consisteth, as to the Eye, in a Light, or Colour figured; To the Eare, in a Sound; To the Nostrill, in an Odour; To the Tongue and Palat, in a Savour; And to the rest of the body, in Heat, Cold, Hardnesse, Softnesse, and such other qualities, as we discern by Feeling. All which qualities called Sensible, are in the object that causeth them, but so many several motions of the matter, by which it presseth our organs diversly. Neither in us that are pressed, are they any thing else, but divers motions; (for motion, produceth nothing but motion.) But their apparence to us is Fancy, the same waking, that dreaming. And as pressing, rubbing, or striking the Eye, makes us fancy a light; and pressing the Eare, produceth a dinne; so do the bodies also we see, or hear, produce the same by their strong, though unobserved action. For if those Colours, and Sounds, were in the Bodies, or Objects that cause them, they could not bee severed from them, as by glasses, and in Ecchoes by reflection, wee see they are; where we know the thing we see, is in one place; the apparence, in another. And though at some certain distance, the reall, and very object seem invested with the fancy it begets in us; Yet still the object is one thing, the image or fancy is another. So that Sense in all cases, is nothing els but originall fancy, caused (as I have said) by the pressure, that is, by the motion, of externall things upon our Eyes, Eares, and other organs thereunto ordained."

"It is because we are predominantly purposeful beings that we are perpetually correcting our immediate sensations. But men are free not to be utilitarianly purposeful. They can sometimes be artists, for example. In which case they may like to accept the immediate sensation uncorrected, because it happens to be beautiful."

"People are plagued by their senses if they act without restraint to attain their desires. ... If one is dragged along as the victim of his natural five senses, his adversities wax like the moon in the bright fortnight."

"A chariot, king, is a person's body: The soul is the driver, the senses his horses; Undistracted by his fine horses a driver Who is skilled rides happily, if they are trained."

"Senses out of control suffice to bring one to grief, as untrained and disobedient horses bring a driver to grief on the road. A fool who, guided by his senses, sees profit arising from the unprofitable and the unprofitable from profit mistakes misery for happiness."

"When the mind maintains awareness, yet does not mingle with the senses, nor the senses with sense impressions, then self-awareness blossoms."

"Certain good qualities are like the senses; those who lack them can neither appreciate nor understand them."

"The gentleman knows that whatever is imperfect and unrefined does not deserve praise. ... He makes his eyes not want to see what is not right, makes his ears not want to hear what is not right, makes his mouth not want to speak what is not right, and makes his heart not want to deliberate over what is not right. ... For this reason, power and profit cannot sway him, the masses cannot shift him, and nothing in the world can shake him."

"I am almost frightened out of my seven senses."

"Take care of the sense and the sounds will take care of themselves."

"He had used the word in its Pickwickian sense … he had merely considered him a humbug in a Pickwickian point of view."

"Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence."

"They received the use of the five operations of the Lord and in the sixth place he imparted them understanding, and in the seventh speech, an interpreter of the cogitations thereof."

"Be sober, and to doubt prepense, These are the sinews of good sense."

"Rarus enim ferme sensus communis in illa Fortuna."

"If Poverty is the Mother of Crimes, want of Sense is the Father."

"Entre le bon sens et le bon goût il y a la différence de la cause à son effet."

"Il n'est rien d'inutile aux personnes de sens."

"Whate'er in her Horizon doth appear, She is one Orb of Sense, all Eye, all aiery Ear."

"What thin partitions sense from thought divide."

"Good sense which only is the gift of Heaven, And though no science, fairly worth the seven."

"'Tis use alone that sanctifies expense And splendor borrows all her rays from sense."

"Fool, 'tis in vain from wit to wit to roam: Know, sense, like charity, begins at home."

"Oft has good nature been the fool's defence, And honest meaning gilded want of sense."

"Huzzaed out of my seven senses."

"Le sens commun n'est pas si commun."

"Sense is our helmet, wit is but the plume; The plume exposes, 'tis our helmet saves. Sense is the diamond, weighty, solid, sound; When cut by wit, it casts a brighter beam; Yet, wit apart, it is a diamond still."

"What's the use of worrying? It never was worth while, so Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag, And smile, smile, smile."

"We smile in the faces of some people while our hearts curse them."

"Smiles are the foundation of beauty."

"Smiles form the channels of a future tear."

"Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away; A single laugh demolished the right arm Of his own country;—seldom since that day Has Spain had heroes."

"But owned that smile, if oft observed and near, Waned in its mirth, and wither'd to a sneer."

"From thy own smile I snatched the snake."

"If you smile at me I will understand, cause that is something everybody everywhere does in the same language."

"In came Mrs. Fezziwig, one vast substantial smile."

"In the meantime, it just makes it a little harder to smile. But so does the world."

"Comrades, this man has a nice smile, but he's got iron teeth."

"The Joker: Now comes the part where I relieve you, the little people, of the burden of your failed and useless lives. But, as my plastic surgeon always said: if you gotta go, go with a smile."

"And the hall is lone, and the hall is drear, For the smiling of woman shineth not here."

"A sweet smile and a soft word have usually their desired effect."

"She had a very agreeable smile; it did not light up her face suddenly, but seemed rather to suffuse it by degrees with charm. It hesitated for a moment about her lips and then slowly travelled to those great shining eyes of hers and there softly lingered."

"A smile that glow'd Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue."

"For smiles from reason flow To brute deny'd, and are of love the food."

"If they (children) smash, the flower vase assumes a smile while turning into pieces. For a chance to be spilled by their hands, anything they hold gets spilled itself full of happiness. For a chance to play with them, water forgets about its own colourlessness."

"Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way."

"With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye."

"Nobly he yokes A smiling with a sigh, as if the sigh Was that it was, for not being such a smile: The smile mocking the sigh, that it would fly From so divine a temple, to commix With winds that sailors rail at."

"My tables,—meet it is I set it down, That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain; At least I'm sure it may be so in Denmark."

"Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit That could be mov'd to smile at anything."

"Those happy smilets, That play'd on her ripe lip, seem'd not to know What guests were in her eyes; which parted thence, As pearls from diamonds dropp'd."

"When you call me that, smile!"

"A tender smile, our sorrows' only balm."

"A man I knew who lived upon a smile, And well it fed him; he look'd plump and fair, While rankest venom foam'd through every vein."

"Some smiles are golden While some are magical..."

"Her very frowns are fairer far Than smiles of other maidens are."

"The smile of her I love is like the dawn Whose touch makes Memnon sing: O see where wide the golden sunlight flows— The barren desert blossoms as the rose!"

"With the smile that was childlike and bland."

"Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye."

"Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss? Three angels gave me at once a kiss."

"The thing that goes farthest towards making life worth while, That costs the least, and does the most, is just a pleasant smile. * * * * * * It's full of worth and goodness too, with manly kindness blent, It's worth a million dollars and it doesn't cost a cent."

"There is a snake in thy smile, my dear, And bitter poison within thy tear."

"The smile that flickers on baby's lips when he sleeps—does anybody know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumor that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew-washed morning."

"'Tis easy enough to be pleasant, When life flows along like a song; But the man worth while is the one who will smile When everything goes dead wrong; For the test of the heart is trouble, And it always comes with the years, But the smile that is worth the praise of earth Is the smile that comes through tears. * * * * * But the virtue that conquers passion, And the sorrow that hides in a smile— It is these that are worth the homage of earth, For we find them but once in a while."

"I feel in every smile a chain."

"And she hath smiles to earth unknown— Smiles that with motion of their own Do spread, and sink, and rise."

"Dear Lord, though I be changed to senseless clay, And serve the Potter as he turn his wheel, I thank Thee for the gracious gift of tears!"

"Crying doesn't mean you are [a] good man. It doesn't mean you have a lot of passion. It's about the passion that's within your heart, it's not about your eyes, not about the tears."

"Never fear to weep; For tears are summer showers to the soul, To keep it fresh and green."

"Astronomers have built telescopes which can show myriads of stars unseen before; but when a man looks through a tear in his own eye, that is a lens which opens reaches in the unknown, and reveals orbs which no telescope, however skilfully constructed, could do ; nay, which brings to view even the throne of God, and pierces the nebulous distance where are those eternal verities in which true life consists."

"A lady's tears are silent orators."

"She was a good deal shock'd; not shock'd at tears, For women shed and use them at their liking; But there is something when man's eye appears Wet, still more disagreeable and striking."

"Crying for no reason, feel the tears roll down I felt strong but am I breaking now? Crying for no reason 'cause I buried it deep I made promises I could not keep 'Cause I never faced all the pain I caused Now the pain is hitting me full force."

"Baptism is the washing away of evils that were in us before, but sins committed after baptism are washed away by tears."

"Eyes are vocal, tears have tongues, And there be words not made with lungs; Sententious showers, O, let them fall, Their cadence is rhetorical."

"how many ears must one man have/Before he can hear people cry?/The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind"

"First pray for the gift of tears, so that through sorrowing you may tame what is savage in your soul. And having confessed your transgressions to the Lord, you will obtain forgiveness from Him."

"So often Egypt, Iraq and Syria and other areas in the ooze tears."

"I may cry, ruining my makeup Wash away all the things you've taken And I don't care if I don't look pretty Big girls cry when their hearts are breaking"

"Her face with little drops was wet Like pansy petals after rain."

"My ardours for emprize nigh lost Since life has bared its bones to me, I shrink to seek a modern coast Whose riper times have yet to be; Where the new regions claim them free From that long drip of human tears Which peoples old in tragedy Have left upon the centuried years."

"With that I heard a loud voice from the throne say: “Look! The tent of God is with mankind, and he will reside with them, and they will be his people. And God himself will be with them. And he will wipe out every tear from their eyes, and death will be no more, neither will mourning nor outcry nor pain be anymore. The former things have passed away.”"

"There is a sacredness in tears. They are not a mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, of unspeakable love. If there were wanting any arguments to prove that man is not mortal, I would look for it in the strong convulsive emotions of the breast, when the soul has been deeply agitated, when the fountains of feeling are arising, and when the tears are gushing forth in crystal streams. Oh, speak not harshly to the stricken one, weeping in silence. Break not the deep solemnity by rude laughter or intrusive footsteps. Despise not woman’s tears – they are what made an angel. Scoff not if the stern heart of manhood is sometimes melted to tears – they are what help to elevate him above the brute. I love to see tears of affection. They are painful tokens but still most holy. There is a pleasure in tears—an awful pleasure. If there were none on earth to shed a tear for me, I should be loath to live; and if no one might weep over my grave I could never die in peace."

"My tears are buried in my heart, like cave-locked fountains sleeping."

"Teardrop on the fire; fearless on my breath."

"Thrice he assay'd, and, thrice in spite of scorn, Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth."

"The glorious Angel, who was keeping The gates of Light, beheld her weeping; And, as he nearer drew and listen'd To her sad song, a tear-drop glisten'd Within his eyelids, like the spray From Eden's fountain, where it lies On the blue flow'r, which—Bramins say— Blooms nowhere but in Paradise."

"Sweet tears! the awful language, eloquent Of infinite affection; far too big For words."

"But woe awaits a country, when She sees the tears of bearded men."

"'Tis the best brine a maiden can season her praise in."

"The tears live in an onion that should water this sorrow."

"The big round tears Coursed one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase."

"I had not so much of man in me, And all my mother came into my eyes, And gave me up to tears."

"With sad unhelpful tears; and with dimm'd eyes Look after him, and cannot do him good."

"I cannot weep; for all my body's moisture Scarce serves to quench my furnace-burning heart."

"See, see what showers arise, Blown with the windy tempest of my heart."

"What I should say My tears gainsay; for every word I speak, Ye see, I drink the water of mine eyes."

"I am about to weep; but, thinking that We are a queen, or long have dream'd so, certain The daughter of a king, my drops of tears I'll turn to sparks of fire."

"I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forc'd me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman."

"He has strangled His language in his tears."

"If you have tears, prepare to shed them now."

"No, I'll not weep: I have full cause of weeping; but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws Or ere I'll weep."

"There she shook The holy water from her heavenly eyes, And clamour moisten'd."

"When we are born we cry that we are come To this great stage of fools."

"That instant shut My woeful self up in a mourning house, Raining the tears of lamentation."

"My plenteous joys, Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves In drops of sorrow."

"And he, a marble to her tears, is washed with them, but relents not."

"Did he break into tears? In great measure. A kind overflow of kindness: there are no faces truer than those that are so washed."

"If that the earth could teem with woman's tears, Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile."

"One, whose subdu'd eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinal gum."

"Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears, Sham'd their aspect with store of childish drops."

"The liquid drops of tears that you have shed Shall come again, transform'd to orient pearl, Advantaging their loan with interest Of ten times double gain of happiness."

"If the boy have not a woman's gift To rain a shower of commanded tears, An onion will do well for such a shift."

"Then fresh tears Stood on her cheeks, as doth the honey-dew Upon a gather'd lily almost wither'd."

"Eye-offending brine."

"Why, man, if the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears: if the wind were down, I could drive the boat with my sighs."

"I so lively acted with my tears That my poor mistress, moved therewithal, Wept bitterly."

"Life could not be lived wet, whether it be in rain or tears."

"I try to laugh about it Cover it all up with lies I try and laugh about it Hiding the tears in my eyes Because boys don't cry Boys don't cry"

"The big round tears run down his dappled face; He groans in anguish."

"Once again, I experienced that overwhelming joy in the universe that I had felt in London outside the V and A. But this time, my consciousness of the world seemed larger, more complex. It was the mystic's sensation of oneness, of everything blending into everything else. Everything I looked at reminded me of something else, which also became present to my consciousness, as if I were simultaneously seeing a million worlds and smelling a million scents and hearing a million sounds-- not mixed up, but each separate and clear. I was overwhelmed with a sense of my smallness in the face of this vast, beautiful, objective universe, this universe whose chief miracle is that it exists, as well as myself. It is no dream, but a great garden in which life is trying to obtain a foothold. I experienced a desire to burst into tears of gratitude; then I controlled it, and the feeling subsided into a calm sense of immense, infinite beauty."

"I have been told tears are the body's weapon against pain. Having never wept, I hope yours to be happy."

"Lorenzo! hast thou ever weigh'd a sigh? Or studied the philosophy of tears?— * * * * * Hast thou descended deep into the breast, And seen their source? If not, descend with me, And trace these briny riv'lets to their springs."

"Fons lacrymarum."

"We weep when we are born, Not when we die!"

"Filius istarum lacrymarum."

"And friends, dear friends,—when it shall be That this low breath is gone from me, And round my bier ye come to weep, Let One, most loving of you all, Say, "Not a tear must o'er her fall; He giveth His beloved sleep.""

"Thank God for grace, Ye who weep only! If, as some have done, Ye grope tear-blinded in a desert place And touch but tombs,—look up! Those tears will run Soon in long rivers down the lifted face, And leave the vision clear for stars and sun."

"So bright the tear in Beauty's eye, Love half regrets to kiss it dry."

"Oh! too convincing—dangerously dear— In woman's eye the unanswerable tear! That weapon of her weakness she can wield, To save, subdue—at once her spear and shield."

"What gem hath dropp'd, and sparkles o'er his chain? The tear most sacred, shed for other's pain, That starts at once—bright pure—from Pity's mine, Already polish'd by the hand divine!"

"There is a tear for all who die, A mourner o'er the humblest grave."

"A stoic of the woods,—a man without a tear."

"For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile."

"We look through gloom and storm-drift Beyond the years: The soul would have no rainbow Had the eyes no tears."

"Nihil enim lacryma citius arescit."

"Words that weep and tears that speak."

"And the tear that is wiped with a little address, May be follow'd perhaps by a smile."

"No radiant pearl, which crested Fortune wears, No gem that twinkling hangs from Beauty's ears, Not the bright stars which Night's blue arch adorn, Nor rising suns that gild the vernal morn, Shine with such lustre as the tear that flows Down Virtue's manly cheek for others' woes."

"What precious drops are those, Which silently each other's track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their infant dew?"

"Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan, Sorrow calls no time that's gone: Violets plucked the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again."

"The tear forgot as soon as shed, The sunshine of the breast."

"Ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears."

"And weep the more, because I weep in vain."

"Never a tear bedims the eye That time and patience will not dry."

"Accept these grateful tears! for thee they flow, For thee, that ever felt another's woe!"

"My tears must stop, for every drop Hinders needle and thread."

"Oh! would I were dead now, Or up in my bed now, To cover my head now And have a good cry!"

"Si vis me flere, dolendum est Primum ipsi tibi."

"Hinc illæ lacrymæ."

"If the man who turnips cries, Cry not when his father dies, 'Tis a proof that he had rather Have a turnip than his father."

"On parent knees, a naked new-born child Weeping thou sat'st while all around thee smiled; So live, that sinking in thy last long sleep Calm thou may'st smile, while all around thee weep."

"E'en like the passage of an angel's tear That falls through the clear ether silently."

"All kin' o' smily round the lips An' teary roun' the lashes."

"Tell me, ye wingèd winds That round my pathway roar, Know ye not some spot Where mortals weep no more?"

"Without the meed of some melodious tear."

"O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, The thochts o' bygane years Still fling their shadows ower my path, And blind my een wi' tears."

"Peter deny'd His Lord and cry'd."

"If you go over desert and mountain, Far into the country of Sorrow, To-day and to-night and to-morrow, And maybe for months and for years; You shall come with a heart that is bursting For trouble and toiling and thirsting, You shall certainly come to the fountain At length,—to the Fountain of Tears."

"Interdum lacrymæ pondera vocis habent."

"Flere licet certe: flendo diffundimus iram: Perque sinum lacrimæ, fluminis instar enim."

"Est quædam flere voluptas; Expletur lacrymis egeriturque dolor."

"Behold who ever wept, and in his tears Was happier far than others in their smiles."

"Sweet drop of pure and pearly light; In thee the rays of Virtue shine; More calmly clear, more mildly bright, Than any gem that gilds the mine."

"The tear, down childhood's cheek that flows, Is like the dewdrop on the rose; When next the summer breeze comes by And waves the bush, the flower is dry."

"The silver key of the fountain of tears."

"Heaven is not gone, but we are blind with tears, Groping our way along the downward slope of Years!"

"There are bitter tears in human flesh."

"That which matches my tears hurts my heart alike."

"Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some divine despair."

"Why wilt thou ever scare me with thy tears, And make me tremble lest a saying learnt, In days far-off, on that dark earth, be true? The gods themselves cannot recall their gifts."

"Two aged men, that had been foes for life, Met by a grave, and wept—and in those tears They washed away the memory of their strife; Then wept again the loss of all those years."

"The tears of the young who go their way, last a day; But the grief is long of the old who stay."

"Sunt lacrymæ rerum et mentem mortalia tangunt."

"Tears are the silent language of grief."

"When summoned hence to thine eternal sleep, Oh, may'st thou smile while all around thee weep."

"Yet tears to human suffering are due; And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown Are mourned by man, and not by man alone."

"Belladonna, n.: In Italian a beautiful lady; in English a deadly poison. A striking example of the essential identity of the two tongues."

"A fool's mind is at the mercy of his tongue and a wise man's tongue is under the control of his mind."

"Speak to me in many voices Make them all sound like one Let me see your sacred mysteries Reveal to me the Unknown Tongue."

"Better the feet slip than the tongue."

"Most of the sins of the children of Adam are on their tongues."

"Many a man's tongue shakes out his master's undoing."

"Tongues I'll hang on every tree, That shall civil sayings show."

"My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his will."

"You play the spaniel, And think with wagging of your tongue to win me."

"My tongue's use is to me no more Than an unstringed viol or a harp."

"The heart hath treble wrong When it is barr'd the aidance of the tongue."

"Is there a tongue like Delia's o'er her cup, That runs for ages without winding up?"

"The first vertue, sone, if thou wilt lerne, Is to restreyne and kepen wel thy tonge."

"The stroke of the tongue breaketh the bones. Many have fallen by the edge of the sword; but not so many as have fallen by the tongue."

"He rolls it under his tongue as a sweet morsel."

"The windy satisfaction of the tongue."

"The tongue can no man tame; it is an unruly evil."

"Though wickedness be sweet in his mouth, though he hide it under his tongue."

"Lingua mali pars pessima servi."

"I should think your tongue had broken its chain!"

"In her tongue is the law of kindness."

"From the strife of tongues."

"Keep thy tongue from evil, and thy lips from speaking guile."

"My tongue is the pen of a ready writer."

"Since word is thrall, and thought is free, Keep well thy tongue, I counsel thee."

"So on the tip of his subduing tongue All kind of arguments and question deep, All replication prompt, and reason strong, For his advantage still did wake and sleep; To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep, He had the dialect and different skill, Catching all passions in his craft of will."

"The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice, An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice."

"His voice no touch of harmony admits, Irregularly deep, and shrill by fits. The two extremes appear like man and wife Coupled together for the sake of strife."

"If there was a lot of emotion in my voice today, it's because we've all been waiting for this day for a long time. It felt so great, … the people at this company are doing the best work of their lives, the best work that Apple has ever done."

"She has the sort of voice that looks as good when it gets up in the morning as it does when heard under ideal conditions."

"The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he awhile Thought him still speaking, still stood fix'd to hear."

"...the works of artists in clay, marble, and iron, and on canvas are enduring, and eagerly sought for. But the most wonderful of all, the power of the human voice, goes to the winds and is lost forever."

"The Buddha preaches the Law with a single voice, but each living being understands it in his own way."

"I thank you for your voices: thank you: Your most sweet voices."

"Her voice was ever soft, Gentle and low, an excellent thing in woman."

"But I will aggravate my voice so that I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove."

"A voice, a little while ago / still in my heart is singing, / my heart has been wounded / by the song of Lindoro (tr. from Italian "Una voce poco fa / qui nel cor mi risuonò; /il mio cor ferito è già,/e Lindor fu che il piagò.")"

"He ceased; but still their trembling ears retained The deep vibrations of his witching song."

"Vox faucibus hæsit."

"In the timbre of a woman's voice, when it is beautiful, there seem to be mysteriously harmonised all the desires and enchantments both of the spirit and the body."

"His voice was as the sound of many waters."

"A still, small voice."

"Vōx clāmantis in dēsertō."

"The voice of one crying out in the desert."

"Her voice changed like a bird's: There grew more of the music, and less of the words."

"He ceased: but left so charming on their ear His voice, that listening still they seemed to hear."

"The voice so sweet, the words so fair, As some soft chime had stroked the air; And though the sound had parted thence, Still left an echo in the sense."

"Oh, there is something in that voice that reaches The innermost recesses of my spirit!"

"Thy voice Is a celestial melody."

"Her silver voice Is the rich music of a summer bird, Heard in the still night, with its passionate cadence."

"How sweetly sounds the voice of a good woman! It is so seldom heard that, when it speaks, It ravishes all senses."

"A Locanian having plucked all the feathers off from a nightingale and seeing what a little body it had, "surely," quoth he, "thou art all voice and nothing else." (Vox et præterea nihil)."

"Her voice was like the voice the stars Had when they sang together."

"A sweet voice, a little indistinct and muffled, which caresses and does not thrill; an utterance which glides on without emphasis, and lays stress only on what is deeply felt."

"Vox nihil aliud quam ictus aer."

"And rolling far along the gloomy shores The voice of days of old and days to be."

"Two voices are there; one is of the sea, One of the mountains: each a mighty Voice."

"The eye comes into existence first when man comes into existence."

"In her eyes a thought Grew sweet and sweeter, deepening like the dawn— A mystical forewarning!"

"A gray eye is a sly eye, And roguish is a brown one; Turn full upon me thy eye,— Ah, how its wavelets drown one! A blue eye is a true eye; Mysterious is a dark one, Which flashes like a spark-sun! A black eye is the best one."

"Not in mine eyes alone is Paradise."

"Parean l'occhiaje anella senza gemme."

"The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead his eyes are closed."

"When pain brings you down, don't be silly, don't close your eyes and cry, you just might be in the best position to see the sun shine."

"His eyes were the same colour as the sea in a postcard someone sends you when they love you, but not enough to stay."

"I saw the eye crying so I asked her so when the crying water is a friend and she said “No Ali Habib, and she said,“ No I will answer me."

"There are whole veins of diamonds in thine eyes, Might furnish crowns for all the Queens of earth."

"Dark eyes adventure bring; the blue serene Do promise Paradise: and yours are green."

"The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun."

"The learned compute that seven hundred and seven millions of millions of vibrations have penetrated the eye before the eye can distinguish the tints of a violet."

"The Chinese say that we Europeans have one eye, they themselves two, all the world else is blinde."

"Her eye (I'm very fond of handsome eyes) Was large and dark, suppressing half its fire Until she spoke, then through its soft disguise Flash'd an expression more of pride than ire, And love than either; and there would arise, A something in them which was not desire, But would have been, perhaps, but for the soul, Which struggled through and chasten'd down the whole."

"With eyes that look'd into the very soul— * * * * * * Bright—and as black and burning as a coal."

"In every object there is inexhaustible meaning; the eye sees in it what the eye brings means of seeing."

"Jehovah is in his holy temple. Jehovah’s throne is in the heavens. His own eyes see, his watchful eyes examine the sons of men."

"Turn my eyes away from worthless things."

"And I have known the eyes already, known them all—"

"The young watch television twenty-four hours a day, they don't read and they rarely listen. This incessant bombardment of images has developed a hypertrophied eye condition that's turning them into a race of mutants."

"Look babies in your eyes, my pretty sweet one."

"The concupiscence of the eyes touches the soul at a higher level than that of the flesh, and is consequently even more subtle and dangerous."

"The eyes have one language everywhere."

"For everything in the world—the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life—comes not from the Father but from the world."

"Before the throne was something resembling a glassy sea, like crystal. In the midst of the throne and around the throne were four living creatures that were full of eyes in front and behind. The first living creature was like a lion, and the second living creature was like a young bull, and the third living creature had a face like a man’s, and the fourth living creature was like a flying eagle."

"They say ‘The eye came; it was a serpent; thus did poison come to the priests; he used these (verses) connected with (Soma) the purifying, and repelling poison, in praise’."

"The lamp of the body is your eye. When your eye is focused, your whole body is also bright; but when it is envious, your body is also dark."

"Obi-Wan Kenobi: Your eyes can deceive you, don’t trust them."

"Anyone who injures their neighbor is to be injured in the same manner: fracture for fracture, eye for eye, tooth for tooth. The one who has inflicted the injury must suffer the same injury."

"The lamp of the body is the eye. If therefore your eye is good, your whole body will be full of light. 22 But if your eye is bad, your whole body will be full of darkness... 23"

"Those true eyes Too pure and too honest in aught to disguise The sweet soul shining through them."

"When I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless."

"Which eyes should I look for, to find the ultimate unreasoned answer?"

"The intensity in Paras's eye, burns my pen as I write"

"I know you'll speak no truth at this time. I've to be guided solely by your silence, your eyes and the inaudible appeals of your heart."

"Eyes that obstruct the road can be removed but what happens when hearts block the passage?"

"The dream too thinks twice, gets filtered to go soft to be seated on children's eyes."

"Why has not man a microscopic eye? For this plain reason, Man is not a Fly. Say, what the use, were finer optics giv'n, T' inspect a mite, not comprehend the heav'n?"

"Bright as the sun her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike."

"Her eyes were grey as mountain lakes Where dream of shadow stirs and breaks."

"The eye projects and focuses the inner image (idea) onto the physical world in the same manner that a motion picture camera transfers an image onto a screen. The mouth creates words. The ears create sound. The difficulty in understanding this principle is due to the fact that we’ve taken it for granted that the image and sound already exist for the senses to interpret. Actually the senses are the channels of creation by which idea is projected into material expression."

"Who can look into the eyes of a dog or an ape and not feel kinship; who can see a cat stretch and and not sense deep relation?"

"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is wing'd Cupid blind."

"Thou tell'st me there is murder in mine eye; 'Tis pretty, sure, and very probable, That eyes, that are the frail'st and softest things, Who shut their coward gates on atomies, Should be call'd tyrants, butchers, murderers!"

"Faster than his tongue Did make offence his eye did heal it up."

"An eye like Mars, to threaten and command."

"The image of a wicked heinous fault Lives in his eye: that close aspect of his Does show the mood of a much troubled breast."

"You have seen Sunshine and rain at once. * * * those happy smilets, That play'd on her ripe lip, seem'd not to know What guests were in her eyes; which parted thence, As pearls from diamonds dropp'd."

"For where is any author in the world Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?"

"A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind."

"Sometimes from her eyes I did receive fair speechless messages."

"I see how thine eye would emulate the diamond: thou hast the right archèd beauty of the brow."

"I have a good eye, uncle; I can see a church by daylight."

"Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes."

"Her eyes, like marigolds, had sheath'd their light; And, canopied in darkness, sweetly lay, Till they might open to adorn the day."

"Her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing and think it were not night."

"Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords."

"If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would say, "This poet lies; Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.""

"The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And say what thou seest yond."

"Her two blue windows faintly she up-heaveth, Like the fair sun, when in his fresh array He cheers the morn, and all the earth relieveth; And as the bright sun glorifies the sky, So is her face illumin'd with her eye."

"But hers, which through the crystal tears gave light, Shone like the moon in water seen by night."

"Black brows they say Become some women best, so that there be not Too much hair there, but in a semicircle Or a half-moon made with a pen."

"I don't know why, those tear-filled eyes felt very familiar to me."

"I can read and see the words that you have confined behind the wall of your lips in the expression on your face and in the gaze of your eyes."

"Whether you want, to break free or connect, it's your choice. But with great courage, I locked my eyes with yours."

"When you look into eyes, forget about romance, creation, and the windows into the soul. With their molecules, genes, and tissues derived from microbes, jellyfish, worms, and flies, you see an entire menagerie."

"The sight of you is good for sore eyes."

"Her eyes are homes of silent prayer."

"Neo: Why do my eyes hurt?"

"Eyes of gentianellas azure, Staring, winking at the skies."

"Thine eyes are springs in whose serene And silent waters heaven is seen. Their lashes are the herbs that look On their young figures in the brook."

"There are eyes half defiant, Half meek and compliant; Black eyes, with a wondrous, witching charm To bring us good or to work us harm."

"Oculi, tanquam, speculatores, altissimum locum obtinent."

"The love light in her eye."

"My eyes make pictures, when they are shut."

"In the twinkling of an eye."

"Eyes, that displaces The neighbor diamond, and out-faces That sun-shine by their own sweet graces."

"He kept him as the apple of his eye."

"With affection beaming in one eye and calculation shining out of the other."

"And pictures in our eyes to get Was all our propagation."

"My life lies in those eyes which have me slain."

"These lovely lamps, these windows of the soul."

"The love light in your eye."

"A suppressed resolve will betray itself in the eyes."

"An eye can threaten like a loaded and levelled gun, or can insult like hissing or kicking; or, in its altered mood, by beams of kindness, it can make the heart dance with joy."

"Eyes are bold as lions,—roving, running, leaping, here and there, far and near. They speak all languages. They wait for no introduction; they are no Englishmen; ask no leave of age or rank; they respect neither poverty nor riches, neither learning nor power, nor virtue, nor sex, but intrude, and come again, and go through and through you in a moment of time. What inundation of life and thought is discharged from one soul into another through them!"

"Scitum est inter cæcos luscum requare posse."

"To sun myself in Huncamunca's eyes."

"Ils sont si transparents qu'ils laissent voir votre ame."

"Tell me, eyes, what 'tis ye're seeking; For ye're saying something sweet, Fit the ravish'd ear to greet. Eloquently, softly speaking."

"On woman Nature did bestow two eyes, Like Hemian's bright lamps, in matchless beauty shining, Whose beams do soonest captivate the wise And wary heads, made rare by art's refining."

"Wenn ich in deine Augen seh' So schwindet all' mein Leid und Weh."

"Die blauen Veilchen der Aeugelein."

"I everywhere am thinking Of thy blue eyes' sweet smile; A sea of blue thoughts is spreading Over my heart the while."

"The ear is a less trustworthy witness than the eye."

"Her eyes the glow-worme lend thee, The shooting starres attend thee; And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee."

"We credit most our sight; one eye doth please Our trust farre more than ten eare-witnesses."

"It is an active flame that flies First to the babies in the eyes."

"Thine eye was on the censer, And not the hand that bore it."

"Dark eyes—eternal soul of pride! Deep life in all that's true! * * * * Away, away to other skies! Away o'er seas and sands! Such eyes as those were never made To shine in other lands."

"I have neither eyes to see nor tongue to speak but as the constitution is pleased to direct me, whose servant I am."

"Der Blick des Forschers fand Nicht selten mehr, als er zu finden wünschte."

"As President, I have no eyes but constitutional eyes; I cannot see you."

"And thy deep eyes, amid the gloom, Shine like jewels in a shroud."

"The flash of his keen, black eyes Forerunning the thunder."

"I dislike an eye that twinkles like a star. Those only are beautiful which, like the planets, have a steady, lambent light,—are luminous, but not sparkling."

"O lovely eyes of azure, Clear as the waters of a brook that run Limpid and laughing in the summer sun!"

"Within her tender eye The heaven of April, with its changing light."

"Since your eyes are so sharpe, that you cannot onely looke through a milstone, but cleane through the minde."

"The light of the body is the eye."

"Where did you get your eyes so blue? Out of the sky as I came through."

"Among the blind the one-eyed blinkard reigns."

"And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes."

"Ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence."

"Si vous les voulez aimer, ce sera, ma foi, pour leurs beaux yeux."

"And violets, transform'd to eyes, Inshrined a soul within their blue."

"Eyes of most unholy blue!"

"Those eyes, whose light seem'd rather given To be ador'd than to adore— Such eyes as may have looked from heaven, But ne'er were raised to it before!"

"And the world's so rich in resplendent eyes, 'Twere a pity to limit one's love to a pair."

"All German cities are blind, Nuremberg alone sees with one eye."

"Thou my star at the stars are gazing Would I were heaven that I might behold thee with many eyes."

"Pluris est oculatus testis unus, quam auriti decem. Qui audiunt, audita dicunt; qui vident, plane sciunt."

"The eyes of a fool are in the ends of the earth."

"Dark eyes are dearer far Than those that mock the hyacinthine bell."

"Thine eyes are like the deep, blue, boundless heaven Contracted to two circles underneath Their long, fine lashes; dark, far, measureless, Orb within orb, and line through line inwoven."

"Think ye by gazing on each other's eyes To multiply your lovely selves?"

"So when thou saw'st in nature's cabinet Stella thou straight'st look'st babies in her eyes."

"But have ye not heard this, How an one-eyed man is Well sighted when He is among blind men?"

"Were you the earth dear love, and I the skies My love would shine on you like to the sun And look upon you with ten thousand eyes Till heaven waxed blind and till the world were done."

"The Father of Heaven. Scoop, young Jesus, for her eyes, Wood-browned pools of Paradise— Young Jesus, for the eyes, For the eyes of Viola. Angels. Tint, Prince Jesus, a Duskèd eye for Viola!"

"But optics sharp it needs, I ween, To see what is not to be seen."

"How blue were Ariadne's eyes When, from the sea's horizon line, At eve, she raised them on the skies! My Psyche, bluer far are thine."

"Blue eyes shimmer with angel glances. Like spring violets over the lea."

"The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on his own heart."

"For this is what Jehovah of armies says, who after being glorified has sent me to the nations that were plundering you: ‘Whoever touches you touches the pupil of my eye."

"Certum est enim: longos esse crines omnibus sed breves sensus mulieribus."

"Judas: Woman, your fine ointment, brand new and expensive Could have been saved for the poor Why has it been wasted? We could have raised maybe Three hundred silver pieces or more People who are hungry, people who are starving Matter more than your feet and hair."

"Her hair reminds of a warm, safe place Where as a child I'd hide, And wait for the thunder and the rain To quietly pass me by."

"I find that the whiter my hair becomes the more ready people are to believe what I say."

"“Change it [white hair] with something but avoid black” (5244)... “The Jews and Christians do not dye their hair, so oppose them” (5245)."

"And from that luckless hour my tyrant fair Has led and turned me by a single hair."

"His hair stood upright like porcupine quills."

"Dear, dead women, with such hair, too—what's become of all the gold Used to hang and brush their bosoms?"

"And though it be a two-foot trout, 'Tis with a single hair pulled out."

"Those curious locks so aptly twin'd, Whose every hair a soul doth bind."

"Stultum est in luctu capillum sibi evellere, quasi calvitio mæror levaretur."

"Within the midnight of her hair, Half-hidden in its deepest deeps."

"An harmless flaming meteor shone for hair, And fell adown his shoulders with loose care."

"His head, Not yet by time completely silver'd o'er, Bespoke him past the bounds of freakish youth, But strong for service still, and unimpair'd."

"Tresses, that wear Jewels, but to declare How much themselves more precious are."

"She knows her man, and when you rant and swear, Can draw you to her with a single hair."

"When you see fair hair Be pitiful."

"Bring down my gray hairs with sorrow to the grave."

"Beware of her fair hair, for she excels All women in the magic of her locks; And when she winds them round a young man's neck, She will not ever set him free again."

"Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air."

"It was brown with a golden gloss, Janette, It was finer than silk of the floss, my pet; 'Twas a beautiful mist falling down to your wrist, 'Twas a thing to be braided, and jewelled, and kissed— 'Twas the loveliest hair in the world, my pet."

"And yonder sits a maiden, The fairest of the fair, With gold in her garment glittering, And she combs her golden hair."

"I pray thee let me and my fellow have A hair of the dog that bit us last night."

"But she is vanish'd to her shady home Under the deep, inscrutable; and there Weeps in a midnight made of her own hair."

"Cui flavam religas comam Simplex munditiis?"

"One hair of a woman can draw more than a hundred pair of oxen."

"The little wind that hardly shook The silver of the sleeping brook Blew the gold hair about her eyes,— A mystery of mysteries. So he must often pause, and stoop, And all the wanton ringlets loop Behind her dainty ear—emprise Of slow event and many sighs."

"My mother bids me bind my hair With bands of rosy hue, Tie up my sleeves with ribbands rare, And lace my bodice blue; For why, she cries, sit still and weep, While others dance and play? Alas, I scarce can go or creep, While Rubin is away."

"Though time has touched it in his flight, And changed the auburn hair to white."

"Her cap of velvet could not hold The tresses of her hair of gold, That flowed and floated like the stream. And fell in masses down her neck."

"You manufacture, with the aid of unguents, a false head of hair, and your bald and dirty skull is covered with dyed locks. There is no need to have a hairdresser for your head. A sponge, Phæbus, would do the business better."

"You collect your straggling hairs on each side, Marinus, endeavoring to conceal the vast expanse of your shining bald pate by the locks which still grow on your temples. But the hairs disperse, and return to their own place with every gust of wind; flanking your bare poll on either side with crude tufts. We might imagine we saw Hermeros of Cydas standing between Speudophorus and Telesphorus. Why not confess yourself an old man? Be content to seem what you really are, and let the barber shave off the rest of your hair. There is nothing more contemptible than a bald man who pretends to have hair."

"The very hairs of your head are all numbered."

"Munditiis capimur: non sine lege capillis."

"Her head was bare; But for her native ornament of hair; Which in a simple knot was tied above, Sweet negligence, unheeded bait of love!"

"Fair tresses man's imperial race insnare, And beauty draws us with a single hair."

"Hoary whiskers and a forky beard."

"Then cease, bright nymph! to mourn thy ravish'd hair Which adds new glory to the shining sphere; Not all the tresses that fair head can boast Shall draw such envy as the lock you lost, For after all the murders of your eye, When, after millions slain, yourself shall die; When those fair suns shall set, as set they must, And all those tresses shall be laid in dust, This Lock the Muse shall consecrate to fame, And 'midst the stars inscribe Belinda's name."

"Ere on thy chin the springing beard began To spread a doubtful down, and promise man."

"The hoary beard is a crown of glory if it be found in the way of righteousness."

"Tarry at Jericho until your beards be grown."

"Golden hair, like sunlight streaming On the marble of her shoulder."

"His hair is of a good colour. An excellent colour; your chestnut was ever the only colour."

"Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand an-end, Like quills upon the fretful porpentine."

"And his chin new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home."

"How ill white hairs become a fool and jester!"

"Comb down his hair; look, look! it stands upright."

"Bind up those tresses. O, what love I note In the fair multitude of those her hairs! Where but by chance a silver drop hath fallen, Even to that drop ten thousand wiry friends Do glue themselves in sociable grief, Like true, inseparable, faithful loves, Sticking together in calamity."

"And her sunny locks Hang on her temples like a golden fleece."

"What a beard hast thou got! thou hast got more hair on thy chin than Dobbin my fill-horse has on his tail."

"Alas, poor chin! many a wart is richer."

"Her hair is auburn, mine is perfect yellow: If that be all the difference in his love, I'll get me such a colour'd periwig."

"Thy fair hair my heart enchained."

"Her long loose yellow locks lyke golden wyre, Sprinckled with perle, and perling flowres atweene, Doe lyke a golden mantle her attyre."

"Ah, thy beautiful hair! so was it once braided for me, for me; Now for death is it crowned, only for death, lover and lord of thee."

"But, rising up, Robed in the long night of her deep hair, so To the open window moved."

"The Father of Heaven. Spin, daughter Mary, spin, Twirl your wheel with silver din; Spin, daughter Mary, spin, Spin a tress for Viola."

"Come let me pluck that silver hair Which 'mid thy clustering curls I see; The withering type of time or care Has nothing, sure, to do with thee."

"Her hair is bound with myrtle leaves, (Green leaves upon her golden hair!) Green grasses through the yellow sheaves Of Autumn corn are not more fair."

"Hearts Weak God is witness that we tried repeatedly to plant love and friendship in their hearts then we discovered that their soil is salty and not suitable for agriculture We tried to water that soil with patience to nourish it with hope to give it the purity it needs to grow true feelings but we tried in vain There are souls that have brought back drought hearts that have been closed by the echo that does not respond to goodness No matter how much you lavish on her we understand in the end that giving must have its place and that love is only planted in hearts that appreciate its value As for those who live in a barren land who only learn to take without giving they do not deserve your time or effort Do not waste your time or effort on those who do not want to change Plant in fertile soil in hearts that bear fruit because you deserve to see the fruits of your giving forget and flourish.~~ May 4, 2025"

"A man's first care should be to avoid the reproaches of his own heart; his next to escape the censures of the world: if the last interferes with the former, it ought to be entirely neglected."

"When love once pleas admission to our hearts, (In spite of all the virtue we can boast), The woman that deliberates is lost."

"O ye powers that search The heart of man, and weigh his inmost thoughts, If I have done amiss, impute it not! The best may err, but you are good."

"In the nine heavens are eight Paradises; Where is the ninth one? In the human breast. Only the blessed dwell in th' Paradises, But blessedness dwells in the human breast."

"For the lady who cares for all the countries, the queen, mother Nance, sees into their hearts. [...] Nance sees into the heart of the Land as if it were a split reed."

"Treason is judged not by its causes but by its effects. Each one is free, but is judged by his deeds. Initiation is not found through heartless action. Happiness is gained through labor."

"To see with the eyes of the heart; to hear the roar of the world with the ears of the heart; to peer into the future with the understanding of the heart; to remember past accumulations through the heart—that is how the aspirant must boldly advance on the path of ascent."

"Since the heart is an accumulator and transmuter of various energies, there must be more favorable conditions for arousing and attracting these energies. The most fundamental condition is work, mental as well as physical. In the motion of work, energies are gathered from space; but one must understand work as a natural process that enriches life. Thus, every kind of work is a blessing, while the vagaries of inaction are extremely harmful in a cosmic sense."

"A person can think with the heart or think with the brain. There was perhaps a time when people forgot about the work of the heart, but now is the era of the heart, and we must focus our efforts in that direction. Thus, without freeing the brain of its work, we are ready to recognize the heart as a motive power. People have thought up a thousand ways to place limitations on the heart. The works of the heart are understood in a narrow sense, and not even always in a pure sense. We must bring the entire world into the sphere of the heart, because the heart is the microcosm of everything that exists. A person who is not inspired by the great concept of the heart will end up belittling his own significance. We tell people to give up getting irritated, but only greatness of heart will save a person from the poison of irritability. We speak about the ability to embrace, but where is there an all-embracing ocean outside of the heart? We remind people about the distant worlds, but it is the heart, not the brain, that can remember about Infinity. So let us not belittle the organ that has been bestowed upon us to be a receptacle of Grace."

"I have a heart with room for every joy."

"My favoured temple is an humble heart."

"All the same," said the Scarecrow, "I shall ask for brains instead of a heart; for a fool would not know what to do with a heart if he had one."

"I shall take the heart," returned the Tin Woodman; "for brains do not make one happy, and happiness is the best thing in the world."

"HEART, n. An automatic, muscular blood-pump. Figuratively, this useful organ is said to be the seat of emotions and sentiments -- a very pretty fancy which, however, is nothing but a survival of a once universal belief. It is now known that the sentiments and emotions reside in the stomach, being evolved from food by chemical action of the gastric fluid. The exact process by which a beefsteak becomes a feeling -- tender or not, according to the age of the animal from which it was cut; the successive stages of elaboration through which a caviar sandwich is transmuted to a quaint fancy and reappears as a pungent epigram; the marvelous functional methods of converting a hard-boiled egg into religious contrition, or a cream-puff into a sigh of sensibility -- these things have been patiently ascertained by M. Pasteur, and by him expounded with convincing lucidity."

"When your heart is a party, solitude becomes crowded with memories."

"My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer."

"A warrior can change his metal, but not his heart."

"Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh, give me back my heart!"

"His heart was one of those which most enamour us, Wax to receive, and marble to retain."

"Whatever pretended pessimists in search of notoriety may say, most people are naturally kind, at heart."

"A loving heart is the beginning of all knowledge."

"mi corazón, lugar de las hogueras"

"Alma de esparto y corazon de encina."

"My heart is wax to be moulded as she pleases, but enduring as marble to retain."

"No command of art, No toil, can help you hear; Earth's minstrelsy falls clear But on the listening heart."

"Some hearts are hidden, some have not a heart."

"There are strings," said Mr. Tappertit, "…in the human heart that had better not be wibrated."

"I want to see what is there in the heart! Natural curiosity!"

"The heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go to sleep; And then, if it should be The will of its Inquisitor, The liberty to die."

"I (God) will give them an undivided heart and put a new spirit in them; I will remove from them their heart of stone and give them a heart of flesh."

"You will always hold a special place in the organ that pumps my blood."

"The heart has been ignored in anthropology, and the great philosophical tradition finds it a foreign notion, preferring other concepts such as reason, will or freedom."

"Devotion to the heart of Christ is not the veneration of a single organ apart from the Person of Jesus. What we contemplate and adore is the whole Jesus Christ, the Son of God made man, represented by an image that accentuates his heart."

"When we want to say something deeply personal, we often say that we are speaking “from the heart"."

"It is an affirmative command to give tzedaka to the poor of Israel. ... Anyone who sees a poor man begging alms and turns away his glance from him and does not give him tzedaka transgresses a negative command, as it is said, "You shall not harden your heart nor shut your hand to your needy brother" (Deuteronomy 15:7)."

"All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart. But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure, Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing floor, Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears."

"Meine Ruh ist hin, Mein Herz ist schwer."

"Ganz unbefleckt geniesst sich nur das Herz."

"Daughter of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour The bad affright, afflict the best!"

"There is an evening twilight of the heart, When its wild passion-waves are lulled to rest."

"Great literature, past or present, is the expression of great knowledge of the human heart; great art is the expression of a solution of the conflict between the demands of the world without and that within."

"Got only one heart/One heart with no spares/Must save it for loving/Somebody who cares"

"For look! I am creating new heavens and a new earth;"

"The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it?"

"I, Jehovah, am searching the heart,"

"And I will give them an heart to know me, that I am the LORD: and they shall be my people, and I will be their God: for they shall return unto me with their whole heart."

"I caused the widow's heart to sing for joy."

"Let not your heart be troubled."

"Deep in December, it's nice to remember - Without a hurt the heart is hollow ... - Deep in December, it's nice to remember - The fire of September that made us mellow ... our hearts should remember - And follow"

"The wonders of the creation may be described, but the springs of the heart operate in the heart alone."

"When the mind lies The heart tells the truth."

"What comes from the heart goes into the heart."

"Give to Your servant an understanding heart to judge Your people, that I may discern between good and evil."

"Let your heart guide you. It whispers, so listen closely."

"Wo das Herz reden darf braucht es keiner Vorbereitung."

"For his heart was in his work, and the heart Giveth grace unto every Art."

"Something the heart must have to cherish, Must love, and joy, and sorrow learn; Something with passion clasp, or perish, And in itself to ashes burn."

"Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also."

"For out of the heart proceed evil thoughts, murders, adulteries, fornications, thefts, false witness, blasphemies."

"Better to have the poet's heart than brain, Feeling than song."

"The heart is like an instrument whose strings Steal nobler music from Life's many frets: The golden threads are spun thro' Suffering's fire, Wherewith the marriage-robes for heaven are woven: And all the rarest hues of human life Take radiance, and are rainbow'd out in tears."

"But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard."

"And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen, The maiden herself will steal after it soon."

"If among you, one of your brothers should become poor, in any of your towns within your land that the LORD your God is giving you, you shall not harden your heart or shut your hand against your poor brother."

"Zwei Kammern hat das Herz. Drin wohnen, Die Freude und der Schmerz."

"Yonkers that have hearts of oak at fourscore yeares."

"Oh, the heart is a free and a fetterless thing,— A wave of the ocean, a bird on the wing."

"We must never say, even in fun, that we are disheartened, because someone might take us at our word."

"The incense of the heart may rise."

"Keep some fires burning in your heart; I would extinguish it if I could, or get myself engulfed with it."

"Where heart lived is what is lived."

"I shall not go out at all given that my love is here shall always stay attached to these hearts I shall never bid farewell to this place! But I have to send this body anyhow from here."

"I'm searching a heart inside me-- a heart that's ebullient by swallowing the entire pain of the creation, a heart jubilant by accepting the entire tears of the world, a heart aglow by merging the entire dark within itself a heart that's smooth, effervescent and clean."

"I know you'll speak no truth at this time. I've to be guided solely by your silence, your eyes and the inaudible appeals of your heart."

"I wanted my heart to bloom and shelter a shadow of love"

"I wanted to paint a picture, in indelible print, across the canvass of my heart."

"Through years of my prime I walked with a heart crazy about love."

"What heart touched is what is touched what heart experienced is what is experienced where heart lived is what is lived."

"Eyes that obstruct the road can be removed but what happens when hearts block the passage?"

"I’ve climbed up here holding the hilt of time’s sword after driving it into my tender heart."

"Keep your heart with all diligence, For out of it is the wellspring of life."

"O ye simple, understand wisdom: and, ye fools, be ye of an understanding heart."

"The heart knoweth his own bitterness."

"A sound heart is the life of the flesh: but envy the rottenness of the bones."

"A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance."

"He that is of a merry heart hath a continual feast."

"A man's heart deviseth his way; but the Lord directeth his steps."

"A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones."

"The thoughts of a man’s heart are like deep waters, But the discerning man draws them out."

"A king’s heart is like streams of water in Jehovah’s hand. He directs it wherever He pleases."

"For as he thinketh in his heart, so is he: Eat and drink, saith he to thee; but his heart is not with thee."

"He fashioneth their hearts alike."

"The heart is a small thing, but desireth great matters. It is not sufficient for a kite's dinner, yet the whole world is not sufficient for it."

"(Who say), "Our Lord, let not our hearts deviate after You have guided us and grant us from Yourself mercy. Indeed, You are the Bestower."

"O Prophet, say to whoever is in your hands of the captives, "If God knows (any) good in your hearts, He will give you (something) better than what was taken from you, and He will forgive you; and God is Forgiving and Merciful.""

"So have they not traveled through the earth and have hearts by which to reason and ears by which to hear? For indeed, it is not eyes that are blind, but the blind are the hearts which are within the breasts."

"The head is always the dupe of the heart."

"Have you listened to your heart? Does it beat in rhythm with the Perfect Heart which embraces all of you? Thus, I shall finish with the words about the heart. Let woman affirm this great symbol, which can transfigure the whole of life. Let her strive to transmute the spiritual life of mankind."

"My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a water'd shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea; My heart is gladder than all these, Because my love is come to me."

"Malebranche dirait qu'il n'y a plus une âme: Nous pensons humblement qu'il reste encor des cœurs."

"C'est toujours un mauvais moyen de lire dans le cœur des autres que d'affecter de cacher le sien."

"Listen to your heart when he's calling for you. Listen to your heart there's nothing else you can do. I don't know where you're going and I don't know why, but listen to your heart before you tell him goodbye."

"Voici mon secret. Il est très simple: on ne voit bien qu'avec le cœur. L'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux."

"Nicht Fleisch und Blut; das Herz macht uns zu Vätern und Söhnen."

"Even at this sight My heart is turn'd to stone: and while 'tis mine, It shall be stony."

"The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand."

"He hath a heart as sound as a bell and his tongue is the clapper, for what his heart thinks his tongue speaks."

"I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at; I am not what I am."

"Not for the body, but for the heart; companion and company are needed."

"My heart didn't want to believe it, but the truth was right in front of me."

"Actions done against the will of the heart never bring good to anyone. Refusing may bring pain for a while, just for a moment, but agreeing to something merely to please someone aches forever and hurts everyone.""

"Perhaps it is the deprivation that keeps hearts connected. Once everything is fulfilled, wings sprout in everyone’s heart, and they fly off to different destinations. How can a relationship stay warm with just the body, when the heart is absent?""

"May I meet you someday like this may there be no rush of saying goodbye may there be no fear of interruptions may all the emotions be poured out, and every nook and cranny of my heart be emptied. may I hold no regrets within may memories not haunt us later."

"Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart."

"All great and extraordinary actions come from the heart. There are seasons in human affairs, when qualities fit enough to conduct the common business of life, are feeble and useless; and when men must trust to emotion, for that safety which reason at such times can never give."

"Expectation postponed makes the heart sick, but a desire realized is a tree of life."

"A loving heart maintains a family; a hateful heart destroys a family."

"My heart, the bird of the wilderness, has found its sky in your eyes."

"I lift my heart as spring lifts up A yellow daisy to the rain; My heart will be a lovely cup Altho' it holds but pain."

"When people keep repeating That you'll never fall in love When everybody keeps retreating But you can't seem to get enough Let my love open the door Let my love open the door Let my love open the door To your heart."

"L'oreille est le chemin du cœur."

"La bouche obéit mal lorsque le cœur murmure."

"He is the Answerer, What can be answer'd he answers, and what cannot be answer'd he shows how it cannot be answer'd. A man is a summons and challenge, (It is vain to skulk — do you hear that mocking and laughter? do you hear the ironical echoes?) Books, friendships, philosophers, priests, action, pleasure, pride, beat up and down seeking to give satisfaction, He indicates the satisfaction, and indicates them that beat up and down also. Whichever the sex, whatever the season or place, he may go freshly and gently and safely by day or by night, He has the pass-key of hearts, to him the response of the prying of hands on the knobs. His welcome is universal, the flow of beauty is not more welcome or universal than he is, The person he favors by day or sleeps with at night is blessed."

"This heart is black like blood that has dried"

"Who, for the poor renown of being smart, Would leave a sting within a brother's heart?"

"Heaven's Sovereign saves all beings but himself, That hideous sight, a naked human heart."

"It is the heart that carries one to heaven."

"Cheerfulness is the best promoter of health and is as friendly to the mind as to the body."

"Your body is like a bar of soap. It gradually wears down from repeated use."

"Our human frame, our gutted mansion, our enveloping sack of beef and ash is yet a glory. The human figure is the image of all men and of one man. It contains all and it can express all."

"My body is a cage that keeps me From dancing with the one I love But my mind holds the key."

"Antony, however, according to his custom, returned alone to his own cell, increased his discipline, and sighed daily as he thought of the mansions in Heaven, having his desire fixed on them, and pondering over the shortness of man's life. And he used to eat and sleep, and go about all other bodily necessities with shame when he thought of the spiritual faculties of the soul. So often, when about to eat with any other hermits, recollecting the spiritual food, he begged to be excused, and departed far off from them, deeming it a matter for shame if he should be seen eating by others."

"Antony ... used to say that it behooved a man to give all his time to his soul rather than his body, yet to grant a short space to the body through its necessities; but all the more earnestly to give up the whole remainder to the soul and seek its profit, that it might not be dragged down by the pleasures of the body, but, on the contrary, the body might be in subjection to the soul."

"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."

"When you see the donkey (Hebrew: chamor) of your enemy lying under its burden, you might refrain from helping it; you must aid it" - When you carefully examine your "chomer" (English: materiality), your body, you will see "your enemy", that it restricts your Divine soul that longs for Godliness and the spiritual. You will see that it "lies under its burden" placed upon it by God, that it should become refined through Torah and Jewish observance, as the body is reluctant and materialistic. It may occur to you that "you will refrain from helping it", to enable it to fulfill its mission, and instead you will follow the path of asceticism, to break down the body's resistance to spirituality. However, not in this approach will the light of Torah reside, rather "you must aid it" by purifying and refining the body, rather than breaking it. This superior elevation transforms the body into a vehicle for the essential Divine purpose in physical Creation."

"Flesh is our indisputable commonality. Whatever our race, our religion, our politics we are faced every morning with the fact of our bodies. Their frailties, their demands, their desires. And yet the erotic appetites that spring from - and are expressed through - those bodies, are so often a source of bitter dissension and division. Acts that offer a glimpse of transcendence to one group are condemned by another. We are pressured from every side - by peers, by church, by state - to accept the consensual definition of taboo; though so often what excites our imaginations most is the violation of taboo."

"The best cure for the body is a quiet mind."

"Laws and principles are not for the times when there is no temptation: they are for such moments as this, when body and soul rise in mutiny against their rigour ... If at my convenience I might break them, what would be their worth?"

"Joined together with bones and sinews, having a plastering of skin and flesh, covered with hide, the body is not seen as it really is—full of intestines, full of stomach, of the lump of the liver, of bladder, of heart, of lungs, of kidneys and of spleen, of mucus, of saliva, and of sweat, and of lymph, of blood, of synovial fluid, of bile, and of fat, ... and its hollow head is filled with brain. A fool, overwhelmed by ignorance, thinks of it as beautiful, but when it lies dead, swollen up and discoloured, cast away in a cemetery, relatives have no regard for it. Dogs devour it, and jackals, and wolves and worms. Crows and vultures devour it, and whatever other living creatures there are. The bhikkhu possessing knowledge here, having heard the Buddha's word, indeed understands it, for he sees the body as it really is."

"No one in this earthly prison of the body has sufficient strength of his own to press forward with a due degree of watchfulness, and the great majority [of Christians] are kept down with such great weakness that they stagger and halt and even creep on the ground, and so make very slight advances."

"There is also an old proverb, that they who pay much attention to the body generally neglect the soul."

"mi corazón, lugar de las hogueras,/y mi cuerpo que siempre me acompaña."

"As long as your body is healthy and under control and death is distant, try to save your soul; when death is immanent what can you do?"

"A room without books is like a body without a soul."

"Criticism may not be agreeable, but it is necessary. It fulfills the same function as pain in the human body. It calls attention to an unhealthy state of things."

"If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only way I know. Is there any other way?"

"Begin to see yourself as a soul with a body rather than a body with a soul."

"The chief function of the body is to carry the brain around."

"Emotions are shown primarily in the face, not in the body. The body instead shows how people are coping with emotion. There is no specific body movement pattern that always signals anger or fear, but there are facial patterns specific to each emotion. If someone is angry, his body may show how he is coping with the anger. He may be tense and constrained (tight muscular tension in arms and legs, stiff posture). He may be withdrawing (a particular retreated position). There may be verbal attack (certain types of hand movements with his words), or the likelihood of physical attack (posture, orientation, hand movements). However, any of these movements can occur just as well when a person is afraid as when he is angry. Body movement reveals, of course, not just how someone copes with emotion, but also what a person’s attitudes, interpersonal orientations, etc. might be."

"Possession, outward success, publicity, luxury– to me these have always been contemptible.I believe that a simple and unassuming manner of life is best for everyone, best both for the body and the mind."

"In the morning a man walks with his whole body; in the evening, only with his legs, the trunk is carried along almost motionless."

"It takes more than just a good looking body. You've got to have the heart and soul to go with it."

"A person will sometimes devote all his life to the development of one part of his body - the wishbone."

"A house is not a home unless it contains food and fire for the mind as well as the body."

"Spiritual relationship is far more precious than physical. Physical relationship divorced from spiritual is body without soul."

"You can chain me, you can torture me, you can even destroy this body, but you will never imprison my mind."

"There is nothing that wastes the body like worry, and one who has any faith in God should be ashamed to worry about anything whatsoever."

"A small body of determined spirits fired by an unquenchable faith in their mission can alter the course of history."

"The main purpose of life is to live rightly, think rightly, act rightly. The soul must languish when we give all our thought to the body."

"Just as a man would not cherish living in a body other than his own, so do nations not like to live under other nations, however noble and great the latter may be."

"Life without liberty is like a body without spirit."

"It is a great thing to take a human body. Whoever comes to the earth must do work."

"Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees."

"A strong body makes the mind strong. As to the species of exercises, I advise the gun. While this gives moderate exercise to the body, it gives boldness, enterprise and independence to the mind. Games played with the ball, and others of that nature, are too violent for the body and stamp no character on the mind. Let your gun therefore be your constant companion of your walks."

"If the present Congress errs in too much talking, how can it be otherwise in a body to which the people send one hundred and fifty lawyers, whose trade it is to question everything, yield nothing, and talk by the hour?"

"Enlighten the people generally, and tyranny and oppressions of body and mind will vanish like evil spirits at the dawn of day."

"Bodily decay is gloomy in prospect, but of all human contemplations the most abhorrent is body without mind."

"My body could stand the crutches but my mind couldn't stand the sideline."

"Physical fitness is not only one of the most important keys to a healthy body, it is the basis of dynamic and creative intellectual activity."

"Good humor is a tonic for mind and body. It is the best antidote for anxiety and depression. It is a business asset. It attracts and keeps friends. It lightens human burdens. It is the direct route to serenity and contentment."

"Those who have the strength and the love to sit with a dying patient in the silence that goes beyond words will know that this moment is neither frightening nor painful, but a peaceful cessation of the functioning of the body."

"My body glistens on the flesh of the great gods."

"A person must take care to exercise moderate discipline over the body and subject it to the Spirit by means of fasting, vigils, and labor. The goal is to have the body obey and conform—and not hinder—the inner person and faith. Unless it is held in check, we know it is the nature of the body to undermine faith and the inner person."

"The body is meant to be seen, not all covered up."

"At twelve I looked like a girl of seventeen. My body was developed and shapely. I still wore the blue dress and the blouse the orphanage provided. They made me look like an overgrown lummox."

"Sex is full of lies. The body tries to tell the truth. But, it's usually too battered with rules to be heard, and bound with pretenses so it can hardly move. We cripple ourselves with lies."

"Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul."

"There is more wisdom in your body than in your deepest philosophy."

"“.... Don’t you dare take one look at my body and try to re-write my story. This body is strong, capable, and worthy. This fat body has endured abuse, survived trauma, healed itself, and continues to carry me through my journey,...Fat people can’t run? Oh honey, running is the least interesting ability this fat body has! But for the record I can run! I can dance, love, explore, create, fight. I can do absolutely whatever I want to! Don’t you dare put me in a box. Or her. Or him. Or any of us!""

"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."

"Every morning I wake up with the news of bloodshed. I feel my body, desperate to know whether I’m still alive."

"If you are not the body why should I enrich scenes before your eyes? why should I sweep away thorns from the path where you walk? why should I always make things, which you touch, tender? why should I block raucous sounds coming to assail your ears?"

"Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit within you, which you have from God? You are not your own"

"The wife hath not power of her own body, but the husband. And in like manner the husband also hath not power of his own body, but the wife."

"Yea, much more those that seem to be the more feeble members of the body, are more necessary. And such as we think to be the less honourable members of the body, about these we put more abundant honour; and those that are our uncomely parts, have more abundant comeliness. But our comely parts have no need [...]"

"Then each of you will control his own body and live in holiness and honor— not in lustful passion like the pagans who do not know God and his ways."

"Being can be felt as the ever-present I am that is beyond name and form. To feel and thus to know that you are and to abide in that deeply rooted state is enlightenment, is the truth that Jesus says will make you free. Free from what? Free from the illusion that you are nothing more than your physical body and your mind. This "illusion of the self," as the Buddha calls it, is the core error. Free from fear in its countless disguises as the inevitable consequence of that illusion - the fear that is your constant tormentor as long as you derive your sense of self only from this ephemeral and vulnerable form. p. 70"

"Sermon On The Body. What you perceive as a dense physical structure called the body, which is subject to disease, old age, and death, is not ultimately real - is not you. It is a misperception of your essential reality that is beyond birth and death, and is due to the limitations of your mind, which, having lost touch with Being, creates the body as evidence of its illusory belief in separation and to justify its state of fear. But do not turn away from the body, for within that symbol of impermanence, limitation, and death that you perceive as the illusory creation of your mind is concealed the splendor of your essential and immortal reality. Do not turn your attention elsewhere in your search for the Truth, for it is nowhere else to be found but within your body. Do not fight against the body, for in doing so you are fighting against your own reality. You are your body. The body that you can see and touch is only a thin illusory veil. Underneath it lies the invisible inner body, the doorway into Being, into Life Unmanifested. Through the inner body, you are inseparably connected to this unmanifested One Life - birthless, deathless, eternally present. Through the inner body, you are forever one with God. p. 75"

"The key is to be in a state of permanent connectedness with your inner body - to feel it at all times. This will rapidly deepen and transform your life. The more consciousness you direct into the inner body, the higher its vibrational frequency becomes, much like a light that grows brighter as you turn up the dimmer switch and so increase the flow of electricity. At this higher energy level, negativity cannot affect you anymore, and you tend to attract new circumstances that reflect this higher frequency. p. 75"

"Do not give all your attention away to the mind and the external world. By all means focus on what you are doing, but feel the inner body at the same time whenever possible. Stay rooted within. Then observe how this changes your state of consciousness and the quality of what you are doing. Whenever you are waiting, wherever it may be, use that time to feel the inner body. In this way, traffic jams and line-ups become very enjoyable. Instead of mentally projecting yourself away from the Now, go more deeply into the Now by going more deeply into the body. The art of inner-body awareness will develop into a completely new way of living, a state of permanent connectedness with Being, and will add a depth to your life that you have never known before. It is easy to stay present as the observer of your mind when you are deeply rooted within your body. No matter what happens on the outside, nothing can shake you anymore. p. 76"

"When such challenges come, as they always do, make it a habit to go within at once and focus as much as you can on the inner energy field of your body. This need not take long, just a few seconds. But you need to do it the moment that the challenge presents itself. Any delay will allow a conditioned mental-emotional reaction to arise and take you over. When you focus within and feel the inner body, you immediately become still and present as you are withdrawing consciousness from the mind. If a response is required in that situation, it will come up from this deeper level. Just as the sun is infinitely brighter than a candle flame, there is infinitely more intelligence in Being than in your mind. As long as you are in conscious contact with your inner body, you are like a tree that is deeply rooted in the earth, or a building with a deep and solid foundation. p. 77"

"Slowing Down The Aging Process. In the meantime, awareness of the inner body has other benefits in the physical realm. One of them is a significant slowing down of the aging of the physical body. Whereas the outer body normally appears to grow old and wither fairly quickly, the inner body does not change with time, except that you may feel it more deeply and become it more fully. p. 79"

"True silence is the rest of the mind, and is to the spirit what sleep is to the body, nourishment and refreshment."

"Happiness is beneficial for the body, but it is grief that develops the powers of the mind."

"No man is worth his salt who is not ready at all times to risk his well-being, to risk his body, to risk his life, in a great cause."

"Science is a way of thinking much more than it is a body of knowledge."

"Not for the body, but for the heart; companion and company are needed."

"How can a relationship stay warm with just the body, when the heart is absent?"

"(...) the body is a temple with ten senses, and we must install God in our hearts within this temple. This body is a moving temple of the Lord. He (Haidakhan Babaji) wants us to make this temple so beautiful that wherever it goes, people would like to worship, have great reverence for it, and try to gain knowledge from it."

"The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us."

"Every man casts a shadow; not his body only, but his imperfectly mingled spirit. This is his grief. Let him turn which way he will, it falls opposite to the sun; short at noon, long at eve. Did you never see it?"

"Work consists of whatever a body is obliged to do. Play consists of whatever a body is not obliged to do."

"The Art of Peace begins with you. Work on yourself and your appointed task in the Art of Peace. Everyone has a spirit that can be refined, a body that can be trained in some manner, a suitable path to follow. You are here to realize your inner divinity and manifest your innate enlightenment. Foster peace in your own life and then apply the Art to all than you encounter."

"Always keep your mind as bright and clear as the vast sky, the great ocean, and the highest peak, empty of all thoughts. Always keep your body filled with light and heat. Fill yourself with the power of wisdom and enlightenment."

"Take up one idea. Make that one idea your life - think of it, dream of it, live on that idea. Let the brain, muscles, nerves, every part of your body, be full of that idea, and just leave every other idea alone. This is the way to success. This is the way great spiritual giants are produced."

"The moment I have realized God sitting in the temple of every human body, the moment I stand in reverence before every human being and see God in him - that moment I am free from bondage, everything that binds vanishes, and I am free."

"I speak two languages, Body and English."

"I drink to separate my body from my soul.”"

"QI comes into existence in ZHONG JIAO and concentrates in the region of lungs. QI moves on the surface of the entire body and inside of it, day and night without stopping for an instant. QI is also motive power of blood circulation. XUE, blood, is the quintessence of water and cereals diluted in the spleen and the stomach. Blood concentrates in the heart and from there is supplied to the kidneys and the lung from a signal sent by the liver. Blood circulates throughout the whole body, it includes red and white components. The eyes, having received blood, can see. The ears, having received blood, can hear. The hands, having received blood, can take. The feet, having received blood, can walk. It means one should accumulate QI and feed the body with blood XUE."

"To practise Gong Fu means to train QI. During training time QI sets into motion XUE and it circulates throughout the entire body. In such a way, step by step, you become strong and firm. You will be protected against epidemics of dangerous diseases, you will not be afraid of cold and heat, you will get out of any mess with confidence and overcome any difficulties. But for it you must strain every effort. QI should be trained to such a level that it could concentrate in any part of your body by an order or your will - from axillary ribs to finger tips. At the same time breathing volume (the volume of the chest) increases, appetite becomes better. From day to day your health, mind and will are improved. A well-trained man has a good health and strong will, therefore he can control his destiny."

"The body as animal, as appetite, as deceiver, as prison of the soul and confounder of its projects: these are common images within western philosophy. This is not to say that a negative construction of the body has ruled without historical challenge, or that it has taken only one form, but the imaginal shape of the body has been historically variable. For example, although Schwartz employs Platonic imagery in evoking the distortions of the body, his complaint about the body is quite different from Plato’s. Plato imagines the body as an “epistemological” deceiver, its unreliable senses and volatile passions continually tricking us into mistaking the transient and illusory for the permanent and the real. For Schwartz, the body and its passions are obstacles to expression of the “inner” life; his characteristically modern frustration over the isolation of the self and longing for “authenticity would seem very foreign to Plato."

"Plato, arguably (and as another example of the historical range of Western images of the body), had a mixed and complicated attitude toward the sexual aspect of bodily life. In the Phaedo passion distracts the philosopher from the pursuit of knowledge, but in the “Symposium” it motivates that pursuit: love of the body is the essential first step on the spiritual ladder that culminates in recognition of the eternal form of beauty. For Christian thought, on the other hand, the sexual body becomes much more unequivocally the gross, instinctual “bear” imagined by Schwartz, the animal, appetitive side of our nature. But even within the “same” dominating metaphor of the body as animal, “animality” can mean very different things. For Augustine, the animal side of human nature-symbolized for him by the rebelliously tumescent penis, insisting on its “law of lust” against the attempts of the spiritual will to gain control-inclines us toward sin and needs to be tamed. For the mechanistic science and philosophy of the seventeenth century, on the other hand, the body as animal is still a site of instinct but not primarily a site of “sin”. Rather, the instinctual nature of the body means that it is a purely mechanical, biologically programmed system that can be fully quantified and (in theory) controlled."

"At different historical moments, out of the pressure of cultural, social, and material change new images and associations emerge. In the sixteenth century the epistemological body begins to be imagined not only as deceiving the philosopher through the untrustworthy senses (a Platonic theme) but also as the site of our “locatedness” in space and time, and thus an impediment to objectivity. Because we are embodied, our thought is perspectival; the only way for the mind to comprehend things as “they really are” is by attainment of a disembodied view from nowhere. In our own time (as another example of the emergence of new meanings), the “heaviness” of the bear has assumed a concrete meaning which it probably did not have for Shwartz, who uses it as a metaphor for the burdensome drag the body exerts on “the self”; my students, interpreting the poem, understood it as describing the sufferings of an overweight man. For Schwartz, the hunger for good is just one of the body’s appetites; for my female students, it is “the” most insistent craving and the preeminent source of their anger and frustration with the body, indeed, of their “terror” of it."

"Not all historical conceptions view the body as equally “inescapable.” The Greeks viewed soul and body as inseparable except through death. Descartes, however, believed that with the right philosophical method we can transcend the epistemological limitations of the body. And contemporary culture, technologically armed, seems bent on defying aging, our various biological “clocks,” and even death itself. But what remains the constant element throughout historical variation is the “construction” of body as something apart from the true self (whether conceived as soul, mind, spirit, will, creativity, freedom …) and as undermining the best efforts of that self. That which is not-body is the highest, the best, the noblest, the closest to God; that which is body is the albatross, the heavy drag on self-realization."

"What is the relation of gender to this dualism? As feminists have shown, the scheme is frequently gendered, with woman cast in the role of the body, “weighed down,” in Beauvoir’s words, “by everything peculiar to it.” It contrast, man casts himself as the “inevitable, like a pure idea, like the One, the Al, the Absolute Spirit.”(3) According to Dinnerstein, as a consequence of our infantile experience of woman as caretaker of our bodies, “the mucky, humbling limitations of the flesh” become the province of the female; on the other side stands “an innocent and dignified ‘he’ . . . to represent the part of the person that wants to stand clear of the flesh, to maintain perspective on it: ‘I’ness wholly free of the chaotic, carnal atmosphere of infancy, uncontaminated humanness, is reserved for man.” The cost of such projections to women is obvious. For if, whatever the specific historical content of the duality, “the body” is the negative term, and if woman “is” the body, then women “are” that negativity, whatever it may be: distraction from knowledge, seduction away from God, capitulation to sexual desire, violence or aggression, failure of will, even death."

"The gendered nature of mind/body dualism, and its wide ranging institutional cultural expression, is a recurring theme of many of the essays in this volume. In “Are Mothers Persons?” I explore how-despite an official rhetoric that insists on the embodied subjectivity of all persons-Western legal and medical practice concerning reproduction in fact divides the world into human subjects (fetus and father) and “mere” bodies (pregnant women). In “Hunger as Ideology” I consider how representations of men and women eating (for example, in contemporary advertisements) exhibit a dualistic pedagogy instructing women and men in very different attitudes toward the “heavy bear” and its hungers: women’s appetites require containment and control, whereas male indulgence is legitimated and encouraged. In this essay, in “Anorexia Nervosa,” and in “reading the Slender Body,” “the devouring woman” is seen to be as potent an image of dangerous female desire (particularly in contemporary culture) as the sexual temptress. I explore, as well, the social contexts that have encouraged the flourishing of this imagery."

"In the latter two essays dualism is explore not only via gendered representations but as a more general contemporary construction of self that shapes male experience as well as female. Dualism, of course, was not invented in the twentieth century. But there are distinctive ways in which it is “embodied” in contemporary culture, giving the lie to the social mythology that ours is a body-loving, derepressive era. We may be obsessed” with our bodies, but we are hardly accepting of them. In “Anorexia Nervosa” I consider the way in which anoretic’s sense of embodiment, as well as other obsessive body practices of contemporary culture. My aim, however, is not to portray these obsessions as bizarre or anomalous, but, rather, as the logical (if extreme) manifestations of anxieties and fantasies fostered by our culture. I develop this theme further in “Reading the Slender Body,” where I decode the meanings of “fat” and “thin” in our culture to expose the moral significances attached to them, revealing the slender, fit body as a symbol of “virile” mastery over bodily desires that are continually experienced as threatening to overtake the self. This construction of self is then located within consumer culture and its contradictory requirement that we embody both the spiritual discipline of the work ethic and the capacity for continual, mindless consumption of goods."

"Feminists first began to develop critique of the “politics of the body,” however, not in terms of the body as represented (in medical, religious, and philosophical discourse, artworks, and other cultural “texts”), but in terms of the material body as a site of political struggle. When I use the term material”, I do not mean it in the Aristotelian sense of “brute” matter, nor do I mean it in the sense of “natural” or “unmediated” (for our bodies are necessarily cultural forms; whatever roles anatomy and biology play, they always interact with culture._ I mean what Marx and, later, Foucault had in mind in focusing on the “direct grip” (as opposed to representational influence) that culture has on our bodies, through the practices and bodily habits of everyday life. Through routine, habitual activity our bodies learn what it “inner” and what is “outer,” which gestures are forbidden and which required, how violable or inviolable are the boundaries of our bodies, how much space around the body may be claimed, and so on. These are often far more powerful lessons than those we learn consciously, through explicit instruction concerning the appropriate behavior for our gender, race, and social class."

"The role of American feminism in developing a “political” understanding of body practice is rarely acknowledged. In describing the historical emergence of such an understanding, Don Hanlon Johnson leaps straight from Marx to Foucault, effacing the intellectual role played by the social movements of the sixties (both black power and women’s liberation) in awakening consciousness of the body as “an instrument of power”: Another major deconstruction [of the old notion of “the body”] is in the area of sociopolitical thought. Although Karl Marx initiated this movement in the middle of the 19th century, it did not gain momentum until the last 20 years due to the work of the late Michel Foucault. Marx argued that a person’s economic class affected his or her experience and definition of “the body.” . . . Foucault carried on these seminal arguments in his analysis of the body as the focal point for struggles over the shape of power. Population size, gender formation, the control of children and of those thought to be deviant from the society’s ethics are major concerns of political organization-and all concentrate on the definition and shaping of the body. Moreover, the cultivation of the body is essential to the establishment of one’s social role. Not a few feminists, too, appear to accept this view of things. While honoring French feminists Irigaray, Wittin, Cixious, and Kristeva for their work on the body “as the site of the production of new modes of subjectivity” and Beauvoir for the “understanding of the body as a situation,” Linda Zirelli credits Foucault with having “showed us how the body has been historically disciplined”; to Anglo-American feminism is simply attributed the “essentialist” view of the body as an “archaic natural."

"My brains are going out my nipples."

": Why are your nipples poking into me?! : Sorry! That happens when I'm cold. : But why are there three of them?! : There aren't! Two of them are moles. : Those numbers still don't add up!"

"Oh, yes. Just had me a little nubbin-ectomy. Yep. Two nipples, no waiting."

": I want to see her nipples. : But this is a Christmas show. : Well, I'm sure Charles Dickens would have wanted to see her nipples! : You can barely see them nipples. : See? And these guys are really looking!"

"Have ye beheld (with much delight) A red rose peeping through a white? Or else a cherry, double grac’d, Within a lily centre plac’d? Or ever mark’d the pretty beam A strawberry shows half-drown’d in cream? Or seen rich rubies blushing through A pure smooth pearl and orient too? So like to this, nay all the rest, Is each neat niplet of her breast."

"Ladies, shut up and hold on to your nipples!"

"The eyes are the nipples of the face."

"And even when we were at my grandmother's funeral when you told most of my relatives that you could see her nipples through her burial dress, I let it slide."

": Tell me, Senator: did you nurse Catherine yourself? ... : Yes, I did. : Toughened your nipples, didn't it?"

"The video has been censored by MTV. They took all nipples out of the cartoon, but they had no problem with the scene in which Boris Yeltsin cuts off his own arms and legs."

"You're excited? Feel these nipples!"

"The nipples of Mother Hope have run dry."

"In every head is a formidable powerhouse, a compact, efficient organ whose capacity seems to expand further towards infinity the more we learn of it.”"

"And I will put enmity between thee and the woman, and between thy seed and her seed; it shall bruise thy head, and thou shalt bruise his heel."

"I just can't get you out of my head. Boy, your loving is all I think about."

"Putin told several Western leaders, "I want Saakashvili’s head." If they want my head, for me it’s more funny than troubling."

"The wise man's eyes are in his head; but the fool walketh in darkness: and I myself perceived also that one event happeneth to them all."

"The moose is singularly grotesque and awkward to look at. Why should it stand so high at the shoulders? Why have so long a head?"

"When the menstrual purgations appear in the wives, their husbands should not approach them, out of regard to the children to be begotten. For the Law has forbidden it when it says: “You will not come near your wife when she is in her separation” [Lev. 18:19]. Nor, indeed, let them have relations when their wives are with child. For [in that case] they are not doing it for the begetting of children, but only for the sake of pleasure. Now a lover of God should not be a lover of pleasure."

"Why have eunuchs sore and ulcerated legs? Is it because this is also characteristic of women, and eunuchs are effeminate? Or, while this is true, is the cause in women as well this, that the heat has a downward tendency? (Menstruation shows that this is so.) So neither eunuchs nor women grow thick hair, owing to the presence of copious moisture in them."

"Only a handful of countries in the developing world permit midwives to perform aspiration abortion (Cambodia (Long 2001) and South Africa) or paramedics to carry out ’menstrual regulation’ procedures (Bangladesh). In many countries, national policies limit access to medical abortion by restricting its prescription and provision to certified physicians (Yarnall 2009)."

"[I]t's hard to find a society, a religion or a part of the world that does not find some way to make women feel dirty, guilty, unworthy or dangerous because of their monthly cycle. "Menstrual taboos are so widespread, they're almost a cultural universal," says Beverly Strassmann, evolutionary anthropologist and biologist at the University of Michigan who studies menstrual taboos. Yet there are exceptions: societies that treat menstruating women with respect. The negative associations with menstruation are well-known. Women may be prohibited from sexual intercourse, banned from places of worship or segregated in special huts. Various theories about the widespread prohibitions and restrictions range from false beliefs that menstrual blood carries toxic bacteria to fears that the blood triggers castration anxiety in men to beliefs that the smell of the blood disturbs animals and interferes with hunting."

"In societies where women might have their period only every two years or so because of frequent pregnancies and long breastfeeding, there might be fewer negative associations with menstruation, says Alma Gottlieb, professor of anthropology and gender and women's studies at the University of Illinois and author of Blood Magic: The Anthropology of Menstruation. "Yurok, a native tribe from the northwest coast of the United States stratified by class, had a group of aristocratic women who saw their periods as a time for purifying themselves," she says. As many women living in close proximity do, this group had their periods at the same time each month. "They were on a shared menstrual cycle and did a series of rituals during the cycle that they said was a period of their most heightened spiritual experience." The Rungus women from Borneo, she says, are pretty blasé about their periods. "They don't say it's pure, they don't say it's polluting," says Gottlieb. "It's just a bodily fluid that needs to be evacuated. They don't make a big deal of it." Among the Ulithi women of the South Pacific, she says, breastfeeding women join menstruating women in huts, along with their children. "It's kind of a party atmosphere." The huts can be a torturous experience for women in some places, but "there are many other variations on the theme," she says. In some parts of Ghana, West Africa, young girls sit under beautiful, ceremonial umbrellas when they begin menstruating. "The family would give her gifts and pay her homage," says Gottlieb. "She is celebrated like a queen." For the Beng women of Ivory Coast, Gottlieb found that male-imposed restrictions on menstruating women come with a more positive twist. "An older man, a religious leader in the local religion, told me menstruation is like the flower of a tree. You need the flower before the tree can fruit," she says. "That's a very different ideology than the ideology of sin, dirt, pollution.""

"In both developed and developing regions of the world, properly trained midwives, public health nurses, and comparable health and auxiliary personnel can conduct procedures early in pregnancy under adequate supervision. An advantage of their involvement may be their ability to provide a higher quality of pre- and post-abortion care and counseling than a busy physician can offer, thereby securing better and perhaps more confidential overall patient management. They already play an important role in fertility control, including menstrual regulation to which the earliest abortion is analogous."

"Then he started his period. one week in bed. two doctors in. three painkillers four times a day.And later a letter to the powers-that-be demanding full-paid menstrual leave twelve weeks a year. I see him now, his selfish pale face peering at the moon through the bathroom window. The curse, he said, the curse"

"To Strassmann and others in the field of evolutionary medicine, this shift from a hundred to four hundred lifetime menses is enormously significant. It means that women’s bodies are being subjected to changes and stresses that they were not necessarily designed by evolution to handle. In a brilliant and provocative book, “Is Menstruation Obsolete?,” Drs. Elsimar Coutinho and Sheldon S. Segal, two of the world’s most prominent contraceptive researchers, argue that this recent move to what they call “incessant ovulation” has become a serious problem for women’s health. It doesn’t mean that women are always better off the less they menstruate. There are times—particularly in the context of certain medical conditions—when women ought to be concerned if they aren’t menstruating: In obese women, a failure to menstruate can signal an increased risk of uterine cancer. In female athletes, a failure to menstruate can signal an increased risk of osteoporosis. But for most women, Coutinho and Segal say, incessant ovulation serves no purpose except to increase the occurrence of abdominal pain, mood shifts, migraines, endometriosis, fibroids, and anemia—the last of which, they point out, is “one of the most serious health problems in the world.” Most serious of all is the greatly increased risk of some cancers. Cancer, after all, occurs because as cells divide and reproduce they sometimes make mistakes that cripple the cells’ defenses against runaway growth. That’s one of the reasons that our risk of cancer generally increases as we age: our cells have more time to make mistakes. But this also means that any change promoting cell division has the potential to increase cancer risk, and ovulation appears to be one of those changes. Whenever a woman ovulates, an egg literally bursts through the walls of her ovaries. To heal that puncture, the cells of the ovary wall have to divide and reproduce. Every time a woman gets pregnant and bears a child, her lifetime risk of ovarian cancer drops ten per cent. Why? Possibly because, between nine months of pregnancy and the suppression of ovulation associated with breast-feeding, she stops ovulating for twelve months—and saves her ovarian walls from twelve bouts of cell division. The argument is similar for endometrial cancer. When a woman is menstruating, the estrogen that flows through her uterus stimulates the growth of the uterine lining, causing a flurry of potentially dangerous cell division. Women who do not menstruate frequently spare the endometrium that risk. Ovarian and endometrial cancer are characteristically modern diseases, consequences, in part, of a century in which women have come to menstruate four hundred times in a lifetime."

"As more companies bought into the idea, the week of placebo pills was here to stay. Doctors liked that they made explaining the instructions to women easy. Women liked having one fewer thing to remember about their birth control. Few questioned why women on the pill should be having a “period” at all. Today there are a small handful of options that reduce or eliminate monthly bleeding: Seasonale, a form of the pill sold in packets of 84 active pills and seven placebos that make it so bleeding happens just four times a year, became available in 2003. In 2007, the F.D.A. approved Lybrel, the first oral contraceptive to provide continuous active pills, with no breaks for withdrawal bleeding. Doctors agree that a menstrual cycle can be a useful indicator of overall health, and yet it still isn’t necessary. When Dr. Lori Picco’s patients ask if they can skip the inactive pills, she says she tells them to go right ahead. “It’s completely fine — there’s no medical concerns,” says Dr. Picco, a gynecologist at Capital Women’s Care in Washington and a fellow of the American College of Obstetrics and Gynecology. “Honestly, I would think people would want to do it all the time.”"

"Plato was aware that divination is something inferior that pertains to the non-rational soul. The main point is that they [clairvoyants] name their illnesses, especially chronic nervous disorders that are not yet fully developed. Also, rheumatism, toothaches, yield to magnetism. Remarkably, it seems to have an effect on the maladies of menstruation. The somnambulists especially know how to specify these disorders and it is easy to admit that they discover deficiencies. They describe these conditions, but in an entirely ordinary manner, not in the manner of one who understands anatomy. Then they indicate the remedy for their disease."

"Menstrual suppression to provide relief of menstrual-related symptoms or to manage medical conditions associated with menstrual morbidity or menstrual exacerbation has been used clinically since the development of steroid hormonal therapies. Options range from the extended or continuous use of combined hormonal oral contraceptives, to the use of combined hormonal patches and rings, progestins given in a variety of formulations from intramuscular injection to oral therapies to intrauterine devices, and other agents such as gonadotropin-releasing hormone (GnRH) antagonists. The agents used for menstrual suppression have variable rates of success in inducing amenorrhea, but typically have increasing rates of amenorrhea over time. Therapy may be limited by side effects, most commonly irregular, unscheduled bleeding. These therapies can benefit women’s quality of life, and by stabilizing the hormonal milieu, potentially improve the course of underlying medical conditions such as diabetes or a seizure disorder. This review addresses situations in which menstrual suppression may be of benefit, and lists options which have been successful in inducing medical amenorrhea."

"Suppression of menstrual periods to provide relief of menstrual-related symptoms has been used in a variety of medical conditions since the availability of steroid hormone therapy. This option has gained legitimacy through its use in treating symptoms, but is now being used more frequently by women for personal preference. A recent Cochrane review of trials comparing 28-day and extended cycles found comparable contraceptive efficacy and safety.1 The review found overall discontinuation rates and discontinuation for bleeding problems to be similar. Extended cycling resulted in improved headaches, genital irritation, tiredness, bloating, and menstrual pain."

"A number of polls have cited women’s opinions about the frequency of preferred menstrual bleeding. Some polls suggest that up to half of women may prefer a menstrual frequency of “never”, although the acceptability of amenorrhea has cultural determinants and varies widely. An international study involving women in Nigeria, South Africa, Scotland, and the People’s Republic of China found that most women dislike menstruation, and in all of the countries studied except the People’s Republic of China, most women expressed a willingness to try a contraceptive method that induced amenorrhea."

"Three central contributions to the understanding of reproduction came from ‘’Blood Magic’’. First, it definitively challenged the image of a universal taboo which operated in the same way in all societies. Second, it argued persuasively against the idea that menstruation was marked because it was always linked to female subordination, based on associations with nature, the domestic, or the undervalued. Third, with nuanced case studies it demonstrated how menstrual fluids could be used in empowering ways, in love magic, in specially esteemed forms of cooking, in establishing and coordination a ritual calendar, and in providing images of creation and transformation. That volume did not, however, veer into the New Age fashion of glorifying menstruation, eclipsing mention of its reported dangers, or purging cultural associations with death, disease, and loss (cf. Owen 1998). Since menstrual bleeding is both a sign of continued fertility and of the failure to conceive in a particular month, its regulation is of great importance to female reproductive health, and a recently published volume (Van de Walle and Renne 2000) brought together work on the medical history of menstrual regulation and the “native science” of female fertility, especially its relation to herbalism. Many herbs were used as both emmenagogues (to bring on menstruation) and abortifacients (to terminate pregnancy), and the fundamental ambiguity about the purposes for which they were employed seems to have been an important element of their popularity."

"Girls in the USA receive mixed messages about menarche: menarche is traumatic and upsetting-but act normal; menarche is an overt symbol of sexual maturity-but also a mysterious, secret event. Girls I interviewed reported another-dualism in their menstrual education. They perceive a clear distinction between two kinds of menstrual knowledge: scientific knowledge about the anatomy and physiological functioning, and what they termed `realistic', pragmatic knowledge about managing the lived experience of menstruation. Using methods of critical, feminist analysis, I examine social texts of menstrual socialization, including girls' conversation about their menstrual education; their mothers' discussions of the preparation for menstruation that girls received; and instructional materials presented in their health education classes, to discuss the communication and the silences of contemporary menstrual socialization, and to suggest possibilities for transformative language and action to teach girls about menstruation in ways that can help mend dualisms."

"Reclaiming the female body retrieving it piece by piece from the grip of patriarchal culture and medical practice, has been a central feminist goal for each of the last two decades. Menstruation-represented in the nineteenth and twentieth centuries by the American white middle and upper classes as a woman’s shame, her “curse,” as an agency of weakness and disability-is now front and center of the feminist agenda as topic that needs to be rethought."

"Males or females that are unclean through running issue, and a woman after childbirth, must in addition bring a sacrifice, because their uncleanness occurs less frequently than that of women in their separation. All these cases of uncleanliness, viz., running issue of males or females, menstruations, leprosy, dead bodies of human beings, carcases of beasts and creeping things, and issue of semen, are sources of dirt and filth."

"Their anger in darkness turning, unreleased, unspoken, it's mouth a red wound, its eyes hungry...hungry for the moon."

"Crosses her knees and wags left leg to rhythm. Type of by-words: a two-hundred-forty-two word area of the commonest pubescent slang fenced in by a number of obviously European polysyllabics. Sighs a good deal in class. Let me see. Yes. Now comes the last week in November. Sighs a good deal in class. Chews gum vehemently. Does not bite her nails though if she did, this would conform better to her general pattern — scientifically speaking, of course. Menstruation, according to the subject, well established. Belongs at present to no church organization. By the way, Mr. Haze, her mother was —? Oh, I see. And you are —? Nobody’s business is, I suppose, God’s business. Something else we wanted to know. She was no regular home duties, I understand. Making a princess of your Dolly, Mr. Haze, he? Well, what else have we got here? Handles books gracefully. Voice pleasant. Giggles rather often."

"In the developing world, menstrual regulation is still a crucial strategy to circumvent anti-abortion laws."

"RU-486 is properly called an 'abortifacient.' Because it is a drug that can induce a menstrual period after the implantation of a fertilized egg in the uterus, it can terminate a woman's pregnancy in its earliest stages."

"The more effective of the two post-coital methods of contraception is to induce menstruation before fertilization or implantation can take place. Many herbal recipes to induce menstruation were taught by Hippocrates, “the father of medicine,” who lived in ancient Athens 460–377 B.C.E. He had gathered his recipes from women whose traditions of medicine were already thousands of years old. Centuries later, some of these methods for inducing menstruation for contraception were published by Peter of Spain before he was made Pope John XXI in 1276. Despite their toxicity, herbs are still used worldwide in attempts to induce menstruation (Riddle, 1992)."

"How reliable is the woman's menstrual history in determining where she is in her cycle, namely that she is preovulatory? In a study by Novikova et al., they found the history of the first day of the last period to be unreliable 39 percent of the time (Novikova et al. 2007). In addition they found a wide range of cycle lengths with the first day of one period to the first day of the next to be 21 to 35 days. With a longer cycle the woman could be on day 17 of her cycle but still be preovulatory and with a shorter cycle she could be on day 13 of her cycle and be postovulatory. Although one may suspect the woman is approaching ovulation on pelvic exam with the presence of highly fertile mucus at the cervical os, it is impossible for a physician to determine whether the woman is preovulatory on a pelvic exam, in particular in a woman who has just been sexually assaulted. How reliable are LH testing and progesterone levels done stat in the emergency room in determining where the woman is in her cycle? The LH surge goes on over a twenty-four-hour period, and is usually detected by testing a first-morning concentrated urine. A random urine specimen, particularly late at night, may not detect the LH surge. In addition, serum progesterone levels are not emergency tests, and the results often are not available for twenty-four hours, even in major metropolitan hospitals, and even longer in small community hospitals. Therefore, this protocol may not have a timely progesterone level available to help determine if a woman is preovulatory in the emergency room."

"In India, the lunar calendar, possibly one of the first of its type, is still in use today ... the total for 28 days is both a menstrual and lunar cycle, with the full moon as a cosmic representation of pregnancy, and the new moon standing for the promise of rebirth. These beliefs are apparently universal, for the lunar markings found on prehistoric bone fragments are thought by many to represent women's cycles."

"Worldwide, the amount of ethnographic and textual work on menstruation is disproportionately larger than the amount of archaeological work on the subject. While researching for my project at Deir el-Medina, I found only four published studies that attempt to identify menstruation in the archaeological record: Claassen 2011, Faust and Katz 2017, Bengtson 2017, and Crown 1985. I was not surprised by this result, as menstruation is still taboo in the western world, but the result also stems from the lack of visibility of menstruation in the archaeological record. Patricia Galloway’s “Where have all the menstrual huts gone?” rightfully points out that this is unsubstantiated assumption, one not supported by the ethnographic and textual descriptions of these practices."

"Archaeologically, understanding cultural behaviors surrounding menstruation is important because it can provide glimpses into gender relations and gender roles that allow us to understand the social structuring of past societies. However, it is equally important that menstruation be studied in order to personify and connect to the people of the past. As a teenager, I felt removed from the great women of history due to the elimination of menstruation from their stories. This removal is discussed often in literary circles, but it also needs to be tackled in archaeology. Menstruation is a biological continuity that has always occurred to half of the human population and there needs to be a cultural history that is representative of this reality."

"The purpose of this study was to examine the messages conveyed in menstrual product advertisements with specific concern given to information that could be learned about menstruation and the female body by menarcheal girls. Over 200 advertisements from popular women's magazines were analyzed using constant comparative analysis. The core variable was Heightening Insecurities . The themes identified in menstrual product advertisements function to heighten insecurities in the female adolescent reader. The findings revealed that the advertisements were a reflection of the negative societal views of menstruation and, because the advertisements function to heighten insecurities, they also function to perpetuate and maintain the silence and shame which surrounds menstruation in our society."

"So what would happen if suddenly, magically, men could menstruate and women could not? Clearly, menstruation would become an enviable, worthy, masculine event. … The truth is that, if men could menstruate, the power justifications would go on and on. If we let them."

"According to a recent hypothesis, menstruation evolved to protect the uterus oviducts from sperm-borne pathogens by dislodging infected endometrial tissue and delivering immune cells to the uterine cavity. This hypothesis predicts the following: (1) uterine pathogens should be more prevalent before menses than after menses, (2) in the life histories of females, the timing of menstruation should track pathogen burden, and (3) in primates, the copiousness of menstruation should increase with the promiscuity of the breeding system. I tested these predictions and they were not upheld by the evidence. I propose the alternative hypothesis that the uterine endometrium is shed/resorbed whenever implantation fails because cyclical regression and renewal is energetically less costly than maintaining the endometrium in the metabolically active state required for implantation. In the regressed state, oxygen consumption (per mg protein/h) in human endometria declines nearly sevenfold. The cyclicity in endometrial oxygen consumption is one component of the whole body cyclicity in metabolic rate caused by the action of the ovarian steroids on both endometrial and nonendometrial tissue. Metabolic rate is at least 7% lower, on average, during the follicular phase than during the luteal phase in women, which signifies an estimated energy savings of 53 MJ over four cycles, or nearly six days worth of food. Thus, the menstrual cycle revs up and revs down, economizing on the energy costs of reproduction. This economy is greatest during the nonbreeding season and other periods of amenorrhea when the endometrium remains in a regressed state and ovarian cycling is absent for a prolonged period of time. Twelve months of amenorrhea save an estimated 130 MJ, or the energy required by one woman for nearly half a month. By helping females to maintain body mass, energy economy will promote female fitness in any environment in which fecundity and survivorship is constrained by the food supply. Endometrial economy may be of ancient evolutionary origin because similar reproductive structures, such as the oviduct of lizards, also regress when a fertilized egg is unlikely to be present."

"Regression of the endometrium is usually accompained by reabsorption, but in some species as much as one third of the endometrial and vascular tissue is shed as the menses. Rather than having and adaptive basis in ecology or behavior, variation in the degree of menstrual bleeding in primates shows a striking correlation with phylogeny. The endometrial microvasculature is designed to provide the blood supply to the endometrium and the placenta, and external bleeding appears to be a side effect of endometrial regression that arises when there is too much blood and other tissue for complete reabsortion. The copious bleeding of humans and chimps can be attributed to the large size of the uterus relative to adult female size and to the design of the microvasculature in catarrhines."

"Taking advantage of the natural experiment afforded by the ongoing religious transition in the Dogon, we found genetic support for the hypothesis that menstrual huts help to assure paternity. Although the world religions do not have menstrual huts, they do share common tenets that may foster cuckoldry avoidance (SI Discussion). For example, in Judaism, menstrual purity laws increase coital frequency around the time of ovulation. In Islam, paternity confusion is prevented by the Qur’an’s rule that, after divorce, a woman must wait for three menstrual periods before remarrying. The Hindu text, The Laws of Manu, admonishes against cuckoldry or “sowing in another man’s field”. Strong statements against adultery and extramarital children are found in the Bible, and, in Buddhism, adultery is a form of sexual misconduct. In preventing cuckoldry, religions use the dual strategy of social control in the public sphere (attendance at a place of worship or at a menstrual hut) and the fear of divine or supernatural punishment. In the United States, frequent church attendance and belief that the Bible is the word of God were the two most robust predictors of lower rates of self-reported EPCs. We posit that the ideological and tactical similarities between the world religions and the Dogon religion have arisen in response to the same biological pressures."

"Apart from her personal pain-body, every woman has her share in what could be described as the collective female pain-body - unless she is fully conscious. This consists of accumulated pain suffered by women partly through male subjugation of the female, through slavery, exploitation, rape, childbirth, child loss, and so on, over thousands of years. The emotional or physical pain that for many women precedes and coincides with the menstrual flow is the pain-body in its collective aspect that awakens from its dormancy at that time, although it can be triggered at other times too. It restricts the free flow of life energy through the body, of which menstruation is a physical expression... Often a woman is "taken over" by the pain-body at that time. It has an extremely powerful energetic charge that can easily pull you into unconscious identification with it. You are then actively possessed by an energy field that occupies your inner space and pretends to be you - but, of course, is not you at all. It speaks through you, acts through you, thinks through you. It will create negative situations in your life so that it can feed on the energy. It wants more pain, in whatever form... It is pure pain, past pain - and it is not you... The number of women who are now approaching the fully conscious state already exceeds that of men and will be growing even faster in the years to come. p. 106"

"Knowing that a woman is fertile (generally speaking) only for about three to five days out of the month and that her fertility is naturally obstructed (e.g. by the sticky mucous produced by progesterone around the cervix) the other days of the month, I do not want to say that the mere fact of a woman's fertility being obstructed is intrinsically wrong. Otherwise God would be immoral for creating a cycle which includes infertile periods! What I want to say is that a woman's cycle, on a biological level, is ordered toward fertility, toward the procreation of life. For example, the purpose the follicle stimulating hormone is to cause the maturation of an inchoate egg which is to be released into the fallopian tubes after ovulation. As the egg is maturing, the follicle which contains it releases estrogen which builds up the endometrium to prepare a home for the possible child that is conceived when the egg is fertilized. Furthermore, about day fourteen in a normal cycle, the luteinizing hormone causes ovulation, the egg is released into the fallopian tubes, the follicle where the egg had been is transformed (also by the luteinizing hormone) into the corpus luteum which then secretes progesterone which further prepares the endometrium to receive the child and also causes a change in the mucous around the cervix . . . . . . the mucous becomes thick, sticky, infertile; it will not allow sperm to pass through the uterus into the fallopian tubes where fertilization of the egg occurs. If fertilization does not occur the corpus luteum dies and therefore no longer secretes progesterone, the endometrium is no longer sustained by the progesterone; it is sloughed off, menstruation occurs, and a new, fresh release of the follicle stimulating hormone begins the cycle all over again. However, if fertilization did occur then the zygote floats down the fallopian tube, implants itself in the blood-rich endometrium with hair like roots; these roots (villi) just so happen to produce human chorionic gonadotropin which just so happens to keep the corpus luteum alive which just so happens to continue to secrete progesterone for the three months necessary before the placenta develops to the state where it can secrete a hormone to keep the endometrium intact so that they baby can grow and flourish. My point is that a woman's biological cycle is ordered marvelously, wondrously toward life. Yet, this cycle is not merely a biological phenomena; it is part of who the woman is. The human person does not ‘have' a body. The human person "is an incarnate spirit: a soul which expresses itself in a body and a body informed by an immortal spirit""

"Menstrual blood-derived stem cells (MenSCs) are a novel source of mesenchymal stem cells (MSCs). MenSCs are attracting more and more attention since their discovery in 2007. MenSCs also have no moral dilemma and show some unique features of known adult-derived stem cells, which provide an alternative source for the research and application in regenerative medicine. Currently, people are increasingly interested in their clinical potential due to their high proliferation, remarkable versatility, and periodic acquisition in a non-invasive manner with no other sources of MSCs that are comparable in adult tissue. In this review, the plasticity of pluripotent biological characteristics, immunophenotype and function, differentiative potential, and immunomodulatory properties are assessed. Furthermore, we also summarize their therapeutic effects and functional characteristics in various diseases, including liver disease, diabetes, stroke, Duchenne muscular dystrophy, ovarian-related disease, myocardial infarction, Asherman syndrome, Alzheimer’s disease, acute lung injury, cutaneous wound, endometriosis, and neurodegenerative diseases. Subsequently, the clinical potential of MenSCs is investigated. There is a need for a deeper understanding of its immunomodulatory and diagnostic properties with safety concern on a variety of environmental conditions (such as epidemiological backgrounds, age, hormonal status, and pre-contraceptive). In summary, MenSC has a great potential for reducing mortality and improving the quality of life of severe patients. As a kind of adult stem cells, MenSCs have multiple properties in treating a variety of diseases in regenerative medicine for future clinical applications."

"Approximately a decade ago, Meng et al. and Cui et al. discovered a novel source of MSCs from human menstrual fluid, named menstrual blood-derived stem cells (MenSCs). Throughout these years, more and more studies are focusing on MenSCs, a representative comparison was presented in six sources of MSCs, suggesting that MenSCs possessed higher proliferation rates and painless procedures, and almost no ethical issues."

"Studies by Meng et al. and our group have reported that MenSCs from young and healthy women could increase to one doubling every 20 h supplied with sufficient culture conditions, which was twice as fast as BM-MSCs (estimated 40–45 h). MenSCs have similar phenotypes and properties compared with BM-MSCs, including spindles, classical three-line differentiation, and surface marker expression. A high rate of proliferation was contributed to the high expression of embryonic trophic factors and extracellular matrix (ECM) in MenSCs. A high proliferative capacity is critical for future clinical research because cell-based treatment is usually dose-dependent along with cells from the lower passages; therefore, increasing the yield of the preliminary cells is necessary and considerable in clinical research. In addition, MenSCs have been extensively expanded in vitro and hardly showed obvious chromosomal abnormalities by our group and others. Such a highly proliferating rate and stably genetic characteristic, as well as the apparent pluripotency, suggest that the novel stem cells may exhibit unexpected therapeutic properties. MenSCs are also remarkable for their broad differentiation capacity. Currently, MenSCs can be induced as endothelial, cardiomyocytic, neurocytic, cartilaginous, myocytic, respiratory epithelial, pancreatic, hepatic, adipocytic, and osteogenic parts using appropriate differentiation techniques. Hida et al. found that MenSCs exhibited cardiogenic differentiation in a scaffold culture system. Lai’s team has confirmed that the differentiation of MenSCs into germ cells was induced in the appropriate medium. Similarly, Liu et.al also proved that MenSCs had the capacity to differentiate into ovarian tissue-like cells. Furthermore, our group and Khanjani et al. have shown that MenSCs could differentiate into functional hepatocyte-like cells by checking mature hepatocyte functions. In addition, MenSCs had a potential for differentiation into glial lineages (neurosphere-like cells) by examining the expression of glial fibrillary acidic protein, oligosaccharide-2, and myelin basic protein."

"At present, more and more registrations for a variety of diseases support the therapeutic benefits of MSC transplantation in clinical trials (www.clinicaltrials.gov). In contrast, the registrations of MenSCs are still few, and no more than 10 clinical trials are presented by searching “menstrual blood stem cells”. Actually, the therapeutic potential of MenSCs has already been recognized in several kinds of diseases in pre-clinical research, which is fundamental for future clinical applications in tissue repair and regenerative medicine. Similar to BM-MSCs, MenSCs also have several merits, including the ability to migrate into injury sites, differentiation into different cell lineages, secretion of soluble factors, and regulation of immune responses. Therefore, more researches need to be explored before MenSC becomes a common use in clinical application and treatment."

"Because MenSCs possess good immunosuppressive properties, they are able to intravenously inject large amounts of cells to injured body. From short-term studies, they are safe and reliable after cell transplantation, and they migrate into the inflammatory or injured sites, which has a regenerative inhibitory effect on inflammation. Currently, no evidence of tumor or toxicity following administration of MenSC has been found in nude mice. Moreover, we assessed that MenSCs had significant inhibitory effects on tumor growth in a mouse glioma model. No obvious physiological or serological abnormalities were observed in four patients with multiple sclerosis for the use of MenSCs. Although researches indicate that MenSCs are rapidly evolving, it is not yet determined how long MenSCs can survive in foreign bodies and there are no data guaranteeing their long-term safety owing to lack of specific markers to monitor these cells in vivo."

"In order to achieve the end goal of the use of MenSCs in clinical implementation, the standard criterion of sample collections is needed to produce high quality and high consistency of MenSCs; more importantly, fundamental pre-clinical research is demanded for establishing more treatment strategies and exploring precise signaling pathways. Finally, the long-term safety of MenSCs should be assessed before they are used in clinical medicine. In summary, although more work needs to be done, MenSCs have been proved to play multi-functional roles in treating a variety of diseases through diversely therapeutic strategies in preclinical research, which will be contributed to the development of MenSC-based treatment in regenerative medicine and clinical applications."

"Many women are unaware that consistently skipping withdrawal bleeding is an option, let alone that extended cycle pills exist, or that menstrual suppression can also be accomplished with hormonal IUDs, NuvaRing, birth control injections, and contraceptive patches."

"The normalization of placebo pills and subsequent withdrawal bleeding means that even in 2017, many women do not know that extended cycle pills exist, let alone that menstrual suppression is a safe option. Combined with the fact that the percentage of schools teaching students about contraception has declined drastically since 2000, this means that many women are likely to stay in the dark about their options when it comes to choosing whether or not they want to bleed once a month."

"On a philosophical level, Seasonale and other extended cycle pills ignited a conversation about what it means to have a period, and whether our eagerness to suppress our menses is reflective of internalized patriarchal forces. In 2006, a filmmaker named Giovanna Chesler tackled the surprisingly controversial subject in an hourlong documentary, Period: The End of Menstruation? "Women are not sick," she told the New York Times in an interview the following year. "They don't need to control their periods for 30 or 40 years." A vocal group of feminist activists agreed with this assessment, arguing that skipping your periods is unnatural and that marketing menstrual suppression products sends the wrong message to girls: that there is something wrong with menstruating. "These messages underscore that women's natural functions are defective, dysfunctional, and in need of medical intervention," Chris Bobel, a women's studies professor and author, told Ms. magazine in 2010, neatly summing up this line of criticism. "How is this feminist?""

"Other women had a less political reason for wanting to keep their monthly withdrawal bleeding: Many use it as a way to ascertain whether or not they're pregnant, a method that gynecologists confirm is reliable. (Though, they warn, bleeding is not uncommon during the first trimester of pregnancy.) Those in favor of menstrual suppression—including many feminists—argued that allowing women to choose whether or not they wanted to endure their periods or withdrawal bleeding was a long-awaited step in the right direction, especially since the side effects hardly differ from those of regular oral contraceptives. This group also disliked the idea of equating menstruation with womanhood, which they saw as reductive gender essentialism. A majority of menstruating people seem sympathetic to this side: A 2006 survey on menstrual suppression by the Association of Reproductive Health Professionals found that "few women have an emotional connection to their period," and that only eight percent of women "enjoy their period in some way.""

"Menstrual blood-derived stem cells (MenSCs) are a novel source of stem cells that can be easily isolated non-invasively from female volunteered donor without ethical consideration. These mesenchymal-like stem cells have high rate of proliferation and possess multi lineage differentiation potency."

"The newly defined adult stem cells are menstrual blood-derived stem cells (MenSCs), giving rise to hopes in clinical application of these cells. They are mesenchymal-like stem cells that can be harvested from human menstrual blood shedding of endometrium monthly. MenSCs have a highly proliferation and differentiation capability under specific differentiation conditions. The easy and simple way to get MenSCs without any invasive surgical intervention or hospitalization and absence of any ethical issues to isolate them are advantages of these MSCs."

"Here, we designed a novel study to assess the differentiation potential of MenSCs into epidermal lineage for future repair of skin and dermatological lesions caused by ultraviolet rays, burn and chemicals damaging the integrity of skin tissue. MSCs were shown to be an effective and attractive cell population in cell therapy to induce dermal repair and regeneration following acquired lesions and wounds. They can provide essential trophic support to regenerate the injured tissue."

"The newly defined mesenchymal-like stem cells from MB called MenSCs are a new source of stem cells with good proliferation rate and capability in differentiation into various cell types similar to many other kinds of adult stem cells. Kazemnejad et al. investigated hepatic differentiation capacity of MenSCs compared to mesenchymal stem cells derived from bone marrow. The derivation of adipogenic lineage, glial cells, and cardiogenic lineage were also demonstrated in other studies. In addition, these easily accessible adult stem cells have the capacity to trans-differentiate into neuronal cells, pancreatic cells, and osteocytes. These investigations suggest this new source as a safe alternative to other adult stem cells for cell therapies in different diseases. So we concluded the MenSCs could provide a suitable cell sources in repair and regenerate of skin diseases and naturally photoaging of skin. We are on the line to develop and suggest the standard inducing media and protocols to derive epidermal lineage from MenSCs. By achieving this goal, novel cell-based therapies will be proposed to use in many experimental and clinical studies."

"The sad fact is that menstruation-the process, the images, the word itself- is as unspeakable and undercover as it ever was. Think about it-even in movies, TV shows, and commercials that actually mention menstruation by name, you never, ever see any sign of it. In fact, although you can watch buckets of fake blood merrily sploodging out of heads and torsos because of fists, bullets, knives, car accidents, grenades, bombs, breaking glass, garrotes, machetes, falling buildings, swords, laser beams, airline crashes, or hungry mutant zombies, rarely will you ever see a single drop as a result of menstruation."

"Even in the most up-to-date print ad or TV commercial, you will never once see a menstrual product being unwrapped, applied, inserted, tugged at, tanked out, pulled off, wadded up, wrapped in toilet paper, flushed, or thrown away-God forbid showing a before-and-after shot of a tampon (now that’s a memorable visual!) or what it looks like when you accidentally spring a leak. The ads don’t even show the inside of a bathroom, which is weird, considering that’s where most tampons and pads are inserted or applied in the first place."

"In her book The Curse: Confronting the Last Unmentionable Taboo: Menstruation, Karen Houppert makes the point that even in these supposedly modern times, menstruation is always referred to with depressing, loser-ish verbs (“decay,” “shred,” “shrink,” “disintegrate,” “dribble” discharge”), whereas ejaculation gets all the sexy, empowered, action-hero verbs (like “spurt,” “spray,” “pump,” “shoot”). Be honest-with verbs like those if you had to be a biological process, which would you rather choose?"

"In terms of language, there were no separate words for female genitalia for thousands of years. That was mostly because women were considered pretty much the same as men, only of course flimsier, more poorly designed, and incapable of writing in the snow. As a result, people used the same words to describe male and female organs; the ovaries were considered the female testicles, the vagina a penis, and so on. So how did anyone talk about menstruation, you might wonder? The answer: rarely, and in the vaguest possible terms. Even today, advertisers and manufacturers tiptoe around the actual words, which are presumably too scary and horrible for our ladylike ears. Commercial menstrual products are commonly referred to as feminine “protection”; but this begs the question, protection against what? Against our big, mean uteruses and those psychokiller ovaries? Not to put too fine a point on it, but would you ever call a tissue “nose protection”? Even the expression “ feminine hygiene” implies that menstruation is fundamentally dirty, techy, bad, ad does the expression “sanitary pad.” Depending on your taste, menstrual flow may not be the most aesthetically bewitching substance you’ll hold in your hand, but it’s certainly not inherently unsanitary, either. Yet advertising, by continuing to refer to menstruation in such unrelentingly negative terms, reinforces the same message, over and over: that our monthly flow is a disgusting problem, a hygienic Three Mile Island, something so scary and awful that it definitely needs a solution. And don’t worry, little lad: like a fortune 500 knight in shining armor, guess who’s volunteering to come rescue us from all that blood, that mess, our bodies?"

"Not to sound paranoid or anything, but we can’t help but note that very few, if any, science foundations, universities, and places of higher learning frankly give a rat’s ass about healthy menstruation. The U.S. government itself created the National Institutes of Health’s Office of Women’s Health in 1990, and for a while, their single most burning question about menstruation was “Does it make women unfit for combat?”"

"It’s downright bizarre that what’s called “discussion” about this most complex yet universal of processes has become one almost completely moderated by business and medicine. We’ve been taught our talking points by people who are frankly far more concerned with their bottom line than with any of those pesky questions we might have. Hey, look-we’re not saying that the pharmaceutical companies and femcare manufacturers are evil per se, or that their decisions are necessarily driven by some deep-seated misogyny or sexism. But business is business, and as of 2001, the so-called feminine hygiene business was a cool $2 billion industry-and that’s just for the products themselves, not including related drugs or advertising. Whether we’re aware of it or not, our relationship to menstruation is one that has been brokered not in our own homes, but at the supermarket, the pharmacy, and the doctor’s office. The conversation about menstruation (if you can call it that) is strictly one-sided and has been smoothly co-opted by big business, with a little help from religion, history, and society…and boy oh boy, do they have a lot to say."

"First, let’s keep in mind that commercially produced femcare-pads, belts, tampons-has been around for only a hundred years or so. Since their launch, there have been noticeable improvements that we, for the most part, applaud madly. Who doesn’t prefer that today’s superabsorbent pads are wafer-thin, meaning that one no longer had to waddle around with the Manhattan Yellow Pages stuffed between her legs? Or that there’s such a variety of tampon styles sizes, and applicators, even a first-timer twelve-year old can generally find something she can insert without the need for heavy sedatives? And yet, even the most sanguine of businessmen realized long ago that there’s ultimately a limit to what kinds of products can actually be made and sold to women when it comes to sopping up a few spoonfuls of blood every month. How many improvements can one make to a pad, anyway? If there’s anything you can figure out about making a pad, say, even more absorbent, with even better wings, or perhaps an even prettier tampon with a glideier applicator, you can rest assured there are many teams of scientists feverishly working on it this very second. Yet dealing with the actual effluent of menstruation is just the tip of the revenue iceberg. Sure, there’s money to be made from pads and tampons; but there’s potentially huge money, monster dollars, to be harvested from tinkering with the actual process itself-something the medical community and pharmaceutical giants figured out years ago."

"Artificial intelligence is growing up fast, as are robots whose facial expressions can elicit empathy and make your mirror neurons quiver."

"A healthy, mature human being of normal intelligence may have upwards of 20 million RNA molecules [thought to serve as a ‘filing system’ for memory] in each neuron. . . . An RNA molecule made up of merely 25 links could have any one of a million billion different combinations, . . . In fact, every RNA molecule contains many hundreds of units—not merely 25."

"There is no question, then, that RNA presents a filing system perfectly capable of handling any load of learning and memory which the human being is likely to put upon it—and a billion times more than that quantity, too."

"Love is indeed, at root, the product of the firings of neurons and release of hormones."

"When you learn a new skill ... you are training your neurons to connect in a new way. . . . The more you use your brain, the more efficient it will become."

"The brain is the most complicated organ in the universe. We have learned a lot about other human organs. We know how the heart pumps and how the kidney does what it does. To a certain degree, we have read the letters of the human genome. But the brain has 100 billion neurons. Each one of those has about 10,000 connections."

"A typical neuron makes about ten thousand connections to neighboring neurons. Given the billions of neurons, this means there are as many connections in a single cubic centimeter of brain tissue as there are stars in the Milky Way galaxy."

"Your brain is built of cells called neurons and glia - hundreds of billions of them. Each one of these cells is as complicated as a city."

"An illustration I use to get people to understand it is this: I'll ask major corporate audiences: Why don't you just take all your traditional beliefs about organizations, and apply them to the neurons in your brain?"

"Life and consciousness are the two great mysteries. Actually, their substrates are the inanimate. And how do you get from neurons shooting around in the brain to the thought that pops up in your head and mine? There's something deeply mysterious about that. And if you're not struck by the mystery, I think you haven't thought about it."

"When you read a book, the neurons in your brain fire overtime, deciding what the characters are wearing, how they're standing, and what it feels like the first time they kiss. No one shows you. The words make suggestions. Your brain paints the pictures."

"Neurons do not just fire and not fire . . . they must be capable of passing on much more subtle information than yes or no. They are not just hammers hitting the next nail, either more frequently or less so. They are, to complete this analogy, a carpenter’s kit, with screwdrivers, pliers, pincers, mallets—and hammers. . . . Each neural impulse is transformed along the way, and nowhere else than at the synapses."

"Every neuron, ... contains about a million pumps—each one is a slight bump on the cell membrane—and every pump can swap about 200 sodium ions for 130 potassium ions every second."

"In some developing tissues, a mass of identical cells somehow differentiates into many types. ...The mechanism behind this process appears to have evolved early on, and is highly conserved... At first this intimate mixture of fates seems puzzling, but there is a relatively easy way to achieve it: instruct each cell 'Be different from your neighbors.' This mechanism is known as lateral inhibition. An example is the nervous system. Since nerve cells form networks with long thin connections, and their ability to function depends on this geometry... when a cell develops into a nerve cell, it sends signals to nearby cells telling them not to do the same."

"We are what we are, ... because our brains are basically chemical machines rather than electrical ones."

"Octopuses have hundreds of suckers, each one equipped with its own ganglion with thousands of neurons. These 'mini-brains' are interconnected, making for a widely distributed nervous system. That is why a severed octopus arm may crawl on its own and even pick up food."

"FLESH, n. The Second Person of the secular Trinity."

"Any kind of material form whatever, whether past, future, or present, internal or external, gross or subtle, inferior or superior, far or near, all material form should be seen as it actually is with proper wisdom thus: “This is not mine, this I am not, this is not my self.”"

"Rahula, whatever internally, belonging to oneself, is solid, solidified, and clung-to, that is, head-hairs, body-hairs, nails, teeth, skin, flesh, sinews, bones, bone-marrow, kidneys, heart, liver, diaphragm, spleen, lungs, large intestines, small intestines, contents of the stomach, feces, or whatever else internally, belonging to oneself, is solid, solidified, and clung-to: this is called the internal earth element. Now both the internal earth element and the external earth element are simply earth element. And that should be seen as it actually is with proper wisdom thus: “This is not mine, this I am not, this is not my self.” When one sees it thus as it actually is with proper wisdom, one becomes disenchanted with the earth element and makes the mind dispassionate towards the earth element."

"But what is meant by “flesh” (σάρξ)? It is not what is corporal or sensual but rather the whole sphere of what is visible, available, disposable, and measurable, and as such the sphere of what is transient. This sphere becomes a power over us insofar as we make it the foundation of our lives by living “according to it,” that is, by succumbing to the temptation to live out of what is visible and disposable instead of out of what is invisible and nondisposable—regardless of whether we give ourselves to the alluring possibilities of such a life imprudently and with desire or whether we lead our lives reflectively and with calculation on the basis of our own accomplishments, “the works of the law.” “Flesh” embraces not only material things but also all of our creating and accomplishing insofar as it is concerned with achieving something demonstrable such as fulfilling the demands of the law (Gal. 3:3); to “flesh” belongs every achieved quality and every advantage that we can have within the sphere of what can be seen and disposed of (Phil. 3:4ff.)."

"From my youth upwards My Spirit walked not with the souls of men, Nor looked upon the earth with human eyes; The thirst of their ambition was not mine, The aim of their existence was not mine; My joys—my griefs—my passions—and my powers, Made me a stranger; though I wore the form, I had no sympathy with breathing flesh."

"All those men and women … who in their body serve the world through the desires of the flesh, the concerns of the world and the cares of this life: They are held captive by the devil, whose children they are, and whose works they do."

"When the spirit is lukewarm, and gradually growing cold as it moves from grace, flesh and blood inevitably seek their own interests. When the soul finds no delight, what is left except for the flesh to look for some? Then the base instinct covers itself with the excuse of necessity, and the mind of the flesh forms the conscience."

"In after ages, when humanity will have regained robust health, when peace will have been once more established between body and soul, and they again live together in primal harmony, it will scarcely be possible for men to comprehend the unnatural enmity Christianity has set between them. Happier and fairer generations, born of free unions, and nurtured in a religion of joy, will smile with pity at their poor ancestors, who passed their lives in melancholy abstinence from all the enjoyments of this beautiful world, and who mortified the warm, rosy-hued flesh till they became mere pale cold ghosts."

"We are chosen “according to the foreknowledge of God the Father,-through sanctification of the Spirit;” and this sanctification, it is a comfort to know, is a sanctification we may safely confide in; because it is widely different from the self-sanctification, the fleshly holiness, or wilful separation, to which “he that runneth,” and “he that willeth,” addicts himself, in order that the idol self may be magnified and worshipped."

"When speaking of the spiritual nature or the soul, we are referring to that which is “inner” or “new.” When speaking of the bodily nature, or that which is flesh and blood, we are referring to that which is called “sensual,” “outward,” or “old.” Paul writes in 2 Corinthians 4:16: “Even though our outer nature is wasting away, our inner nature is being renewed day by day.”"

"When you see a person squirming in the clutches of the Law, say to him: “Brother, get things straight. You let the Law talk to your conscience. Make it talk to your flesh."

"Christians are distinguished from other men neither by country, nor language, nor the customs which they observe. For they neither inhabit cities of their own, nor employ a peculiar form of speech, nor lead a life which is marked out by any singularity. ... Following the customs of the natives in respect to clothing, food, and the rest of their ordinary conduct, they display to us their wonderful and confessedly striking method of life. They dwell in their own countries, but simply as sojourners. ... They are in the flesh, but they do not live after the flesh. They pass their days on earth, but they are citizens of heaven. They obey the prescribed laws, and at the same time surpass the laws by their lives. They love all men, and are persecuted by all."

"The natural gravitation of the body pulls down with it those of little mind, strangling and overwhelming them with the multitude of the fleshly elements. Blessed are they to whom it is given to resist with superior strength the weight that would pull them down, taught by the guiding lines of right instruction to leap upward from earth and earth-bound things into the ether and the revolving heavens."

"How can you desire flesh, which by nature is devoid of consciousness? The mind you desire cannot be seen or touched; and that which can be is not conscious. Why do you embrace it in vain?"

"There are bitter tears in human flesh."

"What you have eaten, what you have eaten -- it was not bread that you have eaten, it was your flesh that you have eaten!"

"That which is born of the flesh is flesh; and that which is born of the spirit is spirit."

"Those who live according to the flesh set their minds on the things of the flesh, but those who live according to the Spirit set their minds on the things of the Spirit."

"τὸ γὰρ φρόνημα τῆς σαρκὸς θάνατος, τὸ δὲ φρόνημα τοῦ πνεύματος ζωὴ καὶ εἰρήνη."

"Make not provision for the flesh, to fulfil the lusts thereof."

"You were called to freedom, brothers. Only do not use your freedom as an opportunity for the flesh, but through love serve one another. For the whole law is fulfilled in one word: “You shall love your neighbor as yourself.”"

"Walk by the Spirit, and you will not gratify the desires of the flesh. For the desires of the flesh are against the Spirit, and the desires of the Spirit are against the flesh, for these are opposed to each other."

"Those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires."

"All of us once lived among them in the passions of our flesh, following the desires of flesh and senses, and we were by nature children of wrath, like everyone else."

"For everything in the world—the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life—comes not from the Father but from the world."

"One moment, if he asks for something to drink, give him this," said the house student, pointing to a large white jar. "If he begins to groan, and the belly feels hot and hard to the touch, you know what to do; get Christophe to help you. If he should happen to grow much excited, and begin to talk a good deal and even to ramble in his talk, do not be alarmed. It would not be a bad symptom. But send Christophe to the Hospice Cochin. Our doctor, my chum, or I will come and apply moxas. We had a great consultation this morning while you were asleep. A surgeon, a pupil of Gall's came, and our house surgeon, and the head physician from the Hotel-Dieu. Those gentlemen considered that the symptoms were very unusual and interesting; the case must be carefully watched, for it throws a light on several obscure and rather important scientific problems. One of the authorities says that if there is more pressure of serum on one or other portion of the brain, it should affect his mental capacities in such and such directions. So if he should talk, notice very carefully what kind of ideas his mind seems to run on; whether memory, or penetration, or the reasoning faculties are exercised; whether sentiments or practical questions fill his thoughts; whether he makes forecasts or dwells on the past; in fact; you must be prepared to give an accurate report of him. It is quite likely that the extravasation fills the whole brain, in which case he will die in the imbecile state in which he is lying now. You cannot tell anything about these mysterious nervous diseases. Suppose the crash came here," said Bianchon, touching the back of the head, "very strange things have been known to happen; the brain sometimes partially recovers, and death is delayed. Or the congested matter may pass out of the brain altogether through channels which can only be determined by a post-mortem examination. There is an old man at the Hospital for Incurables, an imbecile patient, in his case the effusion has followed the direction of the spinal cord; he suffers horrid agonies, but he lives."

"The distinguished scientist Herr Professor Luitpold Blumenduft tendered medical evidence to the effect that the instantaneous fracture of the cervical vertebrae and consequent scission of the spinal cord would, according to the best approved tradition of medical science, be calculated to inevitably produce in the human subject a violent ganglionic stimulus of the nerve centres of the genital apparatus, thereby causing the elastic pores of the corpora cavernosa to rapidly dilate in such a way as to instantaneously facilitate the flow of blood to that part of the human anatomy known as the penis or male organ resulting in the phenomenon which has been denominated by the faculty a morbid upwards and outwards philoprogenitive erection in articulo mortis per diminutionem capitis."

"The frog instantly dies when the spinal cord is pierced; and before this it lived without head, without heart or any bones or intestines or skin, and here therefore it would seem lies the foundation of movement and life. All the nerves of the animals derive from here: when this is pricked they instantly die."

"Apply this spinal branch of phrenology to the Sperm Whale. His cranial cavity is continuous with the first neckvertebra; and in that vertebra the bottom of the spinal canal will measure ten inches across, being eight in height, and of a triangular figure with the base downwards. As it passes through the remaining vertebrae the canal tapers in size, but for a considerable distance remains of large capacity. Now, of course, this canal is filled with much the same strangely fibrous substance—the spinal cord—as the brain; and directly communicates with the brain. And what is still more, for many feet after emerging from the brain’s cavity, the spinal cord remains of an undecreasing girth, almost equal to that of the brain. Under all these circumstances, would it be unreasonable to survey and map out the whale’s spine phrenologically? For, viewed in this light, the wonderful comparative smallness of his brain proper is more than compensated by the wonderful comparative magnitude of his spinal cord."

"The will, as the thing-in-itself, constitutes the inner, true, and indestructible nature of man; yet in itself it is without consciousness. For consciousness is conditioned by the intellect, and the intellect is a mere accident of our being, for it is a function of the brain. The brain, together with the nerves and spinal cord attached to it, is a mere fruit, a product, in fact a parasite, of the rest of the organism, in so far as it is not directly geared to the organism's inner working, but serves the purpose of self-preservation by regulating its relations with the external world. On the other hand, the organism itself is the visibility, the objectivity, of the individual will, its image, as this image presents itself in that very brain (which in the first book we learned to recognize as the condition of the objective world in general)."

"The brain contains an exact configuration of about ten billion neurons, or cellular units, each of which makes hundreds or even thousands of contacts with other neurons. Vast numbers of nerve fibers pass down from the brain through the spinal cord, where they connect with still other nerves that relay information and instructions back and forth to the remaining organs of the body. The central nervous system, comprising the brain and spinal cord in tandem, receives electrical signals from no fewer than a billion sensory elements, from the visual rods of the retina to the pressure-sensitive corpuscles of the skin."

"The womb is a part peculiar to the female; and the penis is peculiar to the male. This latter organ is external and situated at the extremity of the trunk; it is composed of two separate parts: of which the extreme part is fleshy, hardly alters in size, and is called the glans; and round about it is a skin devoid of any specific title, which never grows together again if it is cut any more than does the jaw or the eyelid. And the connexion between the latter and the glans is called the frenum. The remaining part of the penis is composed of gristle; it is easily susceptible of enlargement; and it protrudes and recedes in the opposite way to that of the cat. Underneath the penis are two testicles, and the integument of these is a skin that is termed the scrotum."

"As was customary throughout antiquity, primitive people today make free use of phallic symbols, yet it never occurs to them to confuse the phallus, as a ritualistic symbol with the penis. They always take the phallus to mean the creative mana, the power of healing and fertility, ‘that which is unusually potent’."

"Trump’s Praise for Arnold Palmer’s Genitalia Is ‘Fun’"

"He mounted and reclined on the nearer side, his swollen penis harder than a horn, and meanwhile pulling up the bottom edge of the garment; there he met legs that bristled with thick rough hair."

"For a time the wine circulated among them and the porter then got up, undressed and went into the pool. The girls looked at him swimming in the water and washing under his beard and beneath his armpits, as they had done. Then he came out and threw himself into the lap of the lady of the house, with his arms in the lap of the doorkeeper and his feet and legs in the lap of the girl who had bought the provisions. Then he pointed to his penis and said: ‘Ladies, what is the name of this?’ They all laughed at this until they fell over backwards. ‘Your zubb,’ one of them suggested. ‘No,’ he said, and he bit each of them. ‘Your air,’ they said, but he repeated ‘No’, and embraced each of them.Morning now dawned and Shahrazad broke off from what she had been allowed to say. Then, when it was the tenth night, her sister Dunyazad said: ‘Finish your story.’ ‘With pleasure,’ she replied, and she continued: I have heard, O fortunate king, that the girls produced three names for the porter, while he kissed, bit and embraced them until he was satisfied. They went on laughing until they said: ‘What is its name, then, brother?’ ‘Don’t you know?’ ‘No.’ ‘This is the mule that breaks barriers, browses on the mint of the dykes, eats the husked sesame and that passes the night in the khan of Abu Mansur.’ The girls laughed until they fell over backwards and then they continued with their drinking party, carrying on until nightfall."

"You lead us, master, sniffing to the hunt, In quest forever of the perfect cunt."

"Worst part of me, and henceforth hated most, Through all the town a common fucking-post, On whom each whore relieves her tingling cunt As hogs do rub themselves on gates and grunt,"

"FOREFINGER, n. The finger commonly used in pointing out two malefactors."

"Could Hamlet have been written by a committee, or the Mona Lisa painted by a club? Could the New Testament have been composed as a conference report? Creative ideas do not spring from groups. They spring from individuals. The divine spark leaps from the finger of God to the finger of Adam, whether it takes ultimate shape in a law of physics or a law of the land, a poem or a policy, a sonata or a mechanical computer."

"I heard another pianist in Berlin who had a big success and I thought he was awful — Mischa Levitzki. Just fingers, and you cannot listen only to fingers."

"Quoth the Ocean, "Dawn! O fairest, clearest, Touch me with thy golden fingers bland; For I have no smile till thou appearest For the lovely land.""

"When a man points a finger at someone else, he should remember that four of his fingers are pointing to himself."

"A drop of patience: but, alas, to make me A fixed figure, for the time of scorn To point his slow unmoving finger at!"

"In Paradise they look no more awry; and though they make anew, they make no lie. Be sure they still will make, not being dead, and poets shall have flames upon their head, and harps whereon their faultless fingers fall: there each shall choose for ever from the All."

"“Well, Lord, is the soul the same as the body, is the soul one thing and the body another?”"

"Joined together with bones and sinews, having a plastering of skin and flesh, covered with hide, the body is not seen as it really is—full of intestines, full of stomach, of the lump of the liver, of bladder, of heart, of lungs, of kidneys and of spleen, of mucus, of saliva, and of sweat, and of lymph, of blood, of synovial fluid, of bile, and of fat, ... and its hollow head is filled with brain. A fool, overwhelmed by ignorance, thinks of it as beautiful, but when it lies dead, swollen up and discoloured, cast away in a cemetery, relatives have no regard for it. Dogs devour it, and jackals, and wolves and worms. Crows and vultures devour it, and whatever other living creatures there are. The bhikkhu possessing knowledge here, having heard the Buddha's word, indeed understands it, for he sees the body as it really is."

"Friends, this body is so impermanent, fragile, unworthy of confidence, and feeble. It is so insubstantial, perishable, short-lived, painful, filled with diseases, and subject to changes. Thus, my friends, as this body is only a vessel of many sicknesses, wise men do not rely on it. This body is like a ball of foam, unable to bear any pressure. It is like a water bubble, not remaining very long. It is like a mirage, born from the appetites of the passions. It is like the trunk of the plantain tree, having no core. Alas! This body is like a machine, a nexus of bones and tendons. It is like a magical illusion, consisting of falsifications. It is like a dream, being an unreal vision. It is like a reflection, being the image of former actions. It is like an echo, being dependent on conditioning. It is like a cloud, being characterized by turbulence and dissolution. It is like a flash of lightning, being unstable, and decaying every moment. The body is ownerless, being the product of a variety of conditions."

"Therefore, you should be revulsed by such a body. You should despair of it and should arouse your admiration for the body of the Tathagata. Friends, the body of a Tathagata is the body of Dharma, born of gnosis. The body of a Tathagata is born of the stores of merit and wisdom. It is born of morality, of meditation, of wisdom, of the liberations, and of the knowledge and vision of liberation. It is born of love, compassion, joy, and impartiality. It is born of charity, discipline, and self-control. It is born of the path of ten virtues. It is born of patience and gentleness. It is born of the roots of virtue planted by solid efforts. It is born of the concentrations, the liberations, the meditations, and the absorptions. It is born of learning, wisdom, and liberative technique. It is born of the thirty-seven aids to enlightenment. It is born of mental quiescence and transcendental analysis. It is born of the ten powers, the four fearlessnesses, and the eighteen special qualities. It is born of all the transcendences. It is born from sciences and superknowledges. It is born of the abandonment of all evil qualities, and of the collection of all good qualities. It is born of truth. It is born of reality. It is born of conscious awareness. Friends, the body of a Tathagata is born of innumerable good works. Toward such a body you should turn your aspirations, and, in order to eliminate the sicknesses of the passions of all living beings, you should conceive the spirit of unexcelled, perfect enlightenment."

"Good people, this body is impermanent, without durability, without strength, without firmness, a thing that decays in a moment, not to be relied on. It suffers, it is tormented, a meeting place of manifold ills. Good people, no person of enlightened wisdom could depend on a thing like this body This body is like a cluster of foam, nothing you can grasp or handle. This body is like a bubble that cannot continue for long. This body is like a flame born of longing and desire. This body is like the plantain that has no firmness in its trunk. This body is like a phantom, the product of error and confusion. This body is like a dream, compounded of false and empty visions. This body is like a shadow, appearing through karma causes. This body is like an echo, tied to causes and conditions. This body is like a drifting cloud, changing and vanishing in an instant. This body is like lightning, barely lasting from moment to moment. This body is like earth that has no subjective being. This body is like fire, devoid of ego. This body is like wind that has no set life span. This body is like water, devoid of individuality. This body has no reality but makes these four elements its lodging. This body is void, removed from self and self's possessions. This body is without understanding, like plants or trees, tiles or pebbles. This body is without positive action, blown about by the wind. This body is impure, crammed with defilement and evil. This body is empty and unreal; though for a time you may bathe and cleanse, clothe and feed it, in the end it must crumble and fade. This body is plague-ridden, beset by a hundred and one ills and anxieties. This body is like the abandoned well on the hillside, old age pressing in on it. This body has no fixity, but is destined for certain death. This body is like poisonous snakes, vengeful bandits, or an empty village, a mere coming together of components, realms, and sense-fields."

"Good people, a thing like this is irksome and hateful, and therefore you should seek the Buddha body. Why? Because the Buddha body is the Dharma body. It is born from immeasurable merits and wisdom. It is born from precepts, meditation, wisdom, emancipation, and the insight of emancipation. It is born from pity, compassion, joy, and indifference. It is born of the various paramitas such as almsgiving, keeping of the precepts, forbearance and gentleness, assiduousness in religious practice, meditation, emancipation and samadhi, wide knowledge and wisdom. It is born of expedient means, born of the six transcendental powers, born of the three understandings, born of the thirty-seven elements of the Way, born of concentration and insight, born of the ten powers, the four kinds of fearlessness, and the eighteen unshared properties. It is born of the cutting off of all things not good and the gathering in of all good things, born of the truth, born of the avoidance of indulgence and laxity. The body of the Thus Come One is born of immeasurable numbers of pure and spotless things such as these. Good people, if you wish to gain the Buddha body and do away with the ills that afflict all living beings, then you must set your minds on attaining anuttara-samyak-sambodhi."

"Oh mistress, let your breasts be your fields! Inana, let your breasts be your fields, your wide fields which pour forth flax, your wide fields which pour forth grain! Make water flow from them! Provide it from them for the man! Make water flow and flow from them! Keep providing it from them for the man!"

"Her breasts, like two pomegranates of even size, stood at bay as it were."

"There is nothing more humanly beautiful than a woman's breasts. Nothing more humanly beautiful, nothing more humanly mysterious than why men should want to caress, over and over again, with paintbrush or chisel or hand, these oddly curved fatty sacs, and nothing more humanly endearing than our complicity (I mean the complicity of women) in their obsession."

"I like her; I could watch her the rest of my life. She has breasts that smile."

"Her comely limbs composed with decent care, Her body shaded with a slight cymarr; Her bosom to the view was only bare; Where two beginning paps were scarcely spied, For yet their places were but signified."

"The fanning wind upon her bosom blows, To meet the fanning wind the bosom rose; The fanning wind, and purling streams, continue her repose."

"An infant waking to the paps would press, And meets, instead of milk, a falling tear."

"Asteria, mend my cousin's handkerchief; It sits too narrow there, and shows too much The broadness of her shoulders—Nay, fie, Asteria, Now you put it too much backward, and discover The bigness of her breasts."

"She lays her breasts out too, like two poach'd eggs That had the yolks suckt out."

"I shall arrange a lady with breasts like mangoes."

"Une femme sans poitrine, c'est un lit sans oreillers."

"Her paps are like fair apples in the prime, As round as orient pearls, as soft as down; They never vail their fair through winter’s frown, But from their sweets Love sucks his summertime."

"In modern consumer society, the attack on mother-child eroticism took its total form; breastfeeding was proscribed and the breasts reserved for the husband's fetishistic delectation. At the same time, babies were segregated, put into cold beds alone and not picked up if they cried."

"Nursing does not diminish the beauty of a woman’s breasts; it enhances their charm by making them look lived in and happy."

"We have a bunch of women there who are really something. Especially two of them. There’s one of them wears her breasts like I would wear the Iron Cross."

"... wishing my self (specially an Evening) in my Sweethearts Armes whose pritty Duckys I trust shortly to kysse."

"Her breast, a place for beauty’s throne most fit, Bears up two globes where love and pleasure sit, Which, headed with two rich, round rubies, show Like wanton rosebuds growing out of snow; And in the milky valley that’s between Sits Cupid, kissing of his mother queen, Fingering the paps that feel like sievèd silk, And press’d a little they will weep pure milk."

"They pluck the fatherless from the breast."

"Her quince-shaped breasts her wondrous charms declare."

"Her paps are centres of delight, Her breasts are orbs of heavenly frame, Where Nature moulds the dew of light To feed perfection with the same:"

"Then unconfined each did tipple Wine from the bunch, milk from the nipple; Paps tractable as udders were."

"Dissatisfied with their breasts, women in the United States have spent millions of dollars on creams, lotions, devices, and techniques for breast enlargement in the last few decades. [...] Despite the health risks the procedure poses and its considerable expense."

"Perhaps we should not be surprised by such statistics: after all, men seem to have an overwhelming attraction to breasts. Isn’t a woman’s wish for an enhanced bust line just a natural response to a primal desire to attract a mate? Many contemporary thinkers would suggest that this is the case. They invoke the notion of sexual selection in their arguments, arguing that some time long, long ago in the human evolutionary past, some males became erotically aroused by females with visibly enlarged breasts, choosing them more often as sex partners than their “flat-chested” sisters, thus maintaining this trait in human populations. Some writers even argue that men’s attraction to breasts was a key to the survival of early humans. Given the putative significance of breasts to the human species, is it any wonder that women in the twenty-first century spend millions of dollars, and take medical risks, to enhance theirs?"

"Although sexual selection arguments are extremely popular, there is another, more plausible explanation for why enlarged breasts evolved. As I will argue, females with visible breast enlargement would have been better able to support themselves and their infants in the environment in which our early human ancestors lived. Indeed, I suggest that the more robust notion of natural selection is the key to understanding why women have breasts, not the problematic idea of sexual selection."

"Whatever the exact selective advantage of fat, it is clear that the evolution of permanent breast enlargement in human females need not be explained through their erotic appeal to men. What my colleagues and I hoped to show by presenting our explanation is that a reasonable argument based on natural selection could be developed. Our model is not as “sexy” as the explanations that see breasts exclusively as erotic attractors of men. But it avoids relying on such poorly substantiated concepts as differential parental investment, female dependency, and sexual selection, ideas that may reinforce twenty-first century notions about women and gender roles but have little, if no, empirical evidence to support them. The idea that female breasts are little more than objects of sexual attraction for men is a popular one in many European societies, and certainly in the United States, among not only producers and audiences of slick programs on “The Learning Channel,” but also quite obviously among many scientists. But, it seems, they may be indulging more in sexual fantasy than scientific fact."

"Et, prenant la main de son amie, elle la posa sur sa poitrine, sur cette ronde et ferme enveloppe du cœur des femmes, qui suffit souvent aux hommes et les empêche de rien chercher dessous."

"The kid Mick picked at the front of her blouse to keep the cloth from rubbing the new, tender nipples beginning to come out on her breast."

"In the oldest dream of old men, Women's brests still remains Long after their desires have turned to dust They are their first memories Warm, nurturing, home The point of satisfaction Perfect in their gracious arcs Women wear their breats as medals Emblems of their love."

"Und mancherlei so gut Erfundenes giebt es da, dass es ist wie des Weibes Busen: nützlich zugleich und angenehm."

"But I love slenderness. I love virginal breasts."

"I want to laugh because I have already forgotten about the Renoir bodies, the virginal breasts."

"He says I am breeding a little giant. I see him looking at my more aggressive breasts."

"Her breasts were higher than any woman's he had ever seen, placed almost parallel with the shoulder line, and they were absolutely round and big. It was these breasts which had first attracted him. Their being placed so provocatively, so near the mouth, pointing upwards, somehow awakened in him a direct response. It was as if his sex had a peculiar affinity with these breasts, and as soon as they showed themselves in the whorehouse where he had found her, his sex raised itself to challenge them on equal terms."

"Breasts like ripe red cabbage; they bobble a little when she leans forward."

"And then he describes... how he bent down and kissed her breasts, and how, after he had kissed them fervidly, he stuffed them back into her corsage, or whatever it is they call these things."

"I can’t get past the fact that food is coming out of my wife’s breasts. What was once essentially an entertainment center has now become a juice bar."

"Her breasts like ivory globes circled with blue, A pair of maiden worlds unconquerèd, Save of their lord no bearing yoke they knew, And him by oath they truly honourèd. These worlds in Tarquin new ambition bred; Who, like a foul usurper, went about From this fair throne to heave the owner out."

"Let not the virgin’s cheek Make soft thy trenchant sword, for those milk paps That through the window-bars bore at men’s eyes, Are not within the leaf of pity writ, But set them down horrible traitors."

"Come to my woman’s breasts, And take my milk for gall."

"The breasts of Hecuba, When she did suckle Hector, looked not lovelier Than Hector’s forehead when it spit forth blood At Grecian sword, contemning."

"Out, sword, and wound The pap of Pyramus; Ay, that left pap, Where heart doth hop."

"The flower that I would pluck And put between my breasts, O, then but beginning To swell about the blossom—she would long Till she had such another, and commit it To the like innocent cradle, where, phœnix-like, They died in perfume."

"Ladies, I guarantee you if you take a shower with your boyfriend by the time you step out of that shower your breasts will be sparkling clean."

"I need not tell thee of the lily white, ... Nor of thy paps where Love himself doth dwell, Which like two hills of violets appear."

"A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts."

"Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies."

"Of her there bred A thousand yong ones, which she dayly fed, Sucking upon her poisonous dugs."

"Some were so from their source endu’d, By great dame nature, from whose fruitful pap, Their well-heads spring."

"The wanton Maidens him espying, stood Gazing a while at his unwonted guise; Then th’one her selfe low duckèd in the flood, Abasht, that her a straunger did avise: But th’other rather higher did arise, And her two lilly paps aloft displayd, And all, that might his melting hart entise To her delights, she unto him bewrayd: The rest hid underneath, him more desirous made."

"Her brest like to a bowle of creame uncrudded, Her paps lyke lyllies budded."

"If a man is pictured chopping off a woman's breast, it only gets an R rating; but if, God forbid, a man is pictured kissing a woman's breast, it gets an X rating. Why is violence more acceptable than tenderness?"

"My breasts were lordlier than bright swans."

"When a woman in a lonely place bends down, as if to pick up something, and pierces, as it were, a man sitting or standing, with her breasts, and the man in return takes hold of them, it is called a "piercing embrace.""

"When a man places his breast between the breasts of a woman, and presses her with it, it is called the "embrace of the breasts.""

"Mammelles, quoy! toutes retraictes; Telles les hanches que les tettes."

"Breasts are a scandal because they shatter the border between motherhood and sexuality. Nipples are taboo because they are quite literally, physically, functionally undecidable in the split between motherhood and sexuality. One of the most subversive things feminism can do is affirm this undecidability of motherhood and sexuality."

"In the nine heavens are eight Paradises; Where is the ninth one? In the human breast. Only the blessed dwell in th' Paradises, But blessedness dwells in the human breast."

"Daughter of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour The bad affright, afflict the best!"

"No, traytress, angry Love replies, She’s hid somewhere about thy breast, A place nor God nor man denies, For Venus’ dove the proper nest."

"He was eighty years old now, with a bloom on his cheeks like an autumn pippin and two limpid blue eyes that looked straight into yours and, if you had any reverence at all, made the tears well involuntarily at the sight of such gentle beauty."

"But my deepest and most secret love belongs to the fair-haired and the blue-eyed."

"The heroine of almost every fairy tale in the world is blue-eyed, as a sign that she is the true, good, and lovable maiden who is the object and reward of the quest and labour of the prince."

"Conan's eyes blazed and he started as if stung; the guards tensed, grasping their bills, then relaxed as he dropped his head suddenly, as if in sullen resignation, and not even Demetrio could tell that he was watching them from under his heavy black brows, with eyes that were slits of blue bale-fire."

"Her eyes were likewise neither wholly blue nor wholly grey, but of shifting colors and dancing lights and clouds of colors he could not define."

"Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated."

"Brownish color and black eyes are more closely related to the sublime, blue eyes and blond color to the beautiful."

"Those blue, blue eyes, icy blue, looking back at me, They're pretty powerful, you know, those eyes, pretty beautiful, too."

"Those big blue eyes were swimming, and he was afraid that if the first tear fell, he would break and carry her off anywhere she wanted to go."

"Further, the consideration as to the complexion is very decided. Blondes prefer dark persons, or brunettes ; but the latter seldom prefer the former. The reason is, that fair hair and blue eyes are in themselves a variation from the type, almost an abnormity, analogous to white mice, or at least to grey horses. In no part of the world, not even in the vicinity of the pole, are they indigenous, except in Europe, and are clearly of Scandinavian origin."

"The eyes are crystal blue, I immediately crave, a shade that makes my heart beat a little bit faster, almost as if I recognize it...It's the most perfect blue I've ever seen. Even from this distance, his eyes are simply remarkable.”"

"Asclēpias, child of passion, bright eyes like the calm sea’s blue, You lure to sail for Cythēra whoever looks on you."

"His rode was reed, his eyen greye as goos;"

"The smylyng mouth and laughyng eyen gray"

"Her eyen gray and stepe Causeth myne hert to lepe;"

"Her eyes, faire eyes, like to the purest lights That animate the Sunne, or cheere the day, In whom the shining Sun-beames brightly play Whiles fancie dooth on them divine delights."

"Her eyes are Saphires set in snow, Refining heaven by everie winke; The Gods doo feare when as they glow, And I doo tremble when I thinke. Heigh ho, would she were mine."

"Betwixt two ridges of ploughed land sat Wat, Whose body, pressed to th’earth, lay close and squat. His nose upon his two fore-feet close lies, Glaring obliquely with his great grey eyes."

"Here’s to the girl with a pair of blue eyes, And here’s to the nymph with but one, sir."

"Blue! ’Tis the life of heaven,—the domain Of Cynthia,—the wide palace of the sun,— The tent of Hesperus, and all his train,— The bosom of clouds, gold, gray, and dun. Blue! ’Tis the life of waters—ocean And all its vassal streams: pools numberless May rage, and foam, and fret, but never can Subside, if not to dark-blue nativeness. Blue! Gentle cousin of the forest-green, Married to green in all the sweetest flowers— Forget-me-not,—the blue-bell,—and, that queen Of secrecy, the violet: what strange powers Hast thou, as a mere shadow! But how great, When in an Eye thou art alive with fate!"

"Her blue affrayèd eyes wide open shone:"

"Nort’s grey eyes were unco’ gleg,"

"Like violets pale i’ the Spring o’ the year Came my Love’s sad eyes to my youth; Wan and dim with many a tear, But the sweeter for that in sooth: Wet and dim, Tender and true, Violet eyes Of the sweetest blue.Like pansies dark i’ the June o’ the year Grow my Love’s glad eyes to my prime; Rich with the purple splendour clear Of their thoughtful bliss sublime: Deep and dark, Solemn and true, Pansy eyes Of the noblest blue."

"The dropping grey-beard with the cold blue eye,"

"No light, no light in the blue Polish eye."

"No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes"

"Brownish color and black eyes are more closely related to the sublime, blue eyes and blond color to the beautiful."

"He who wishes that his son should be born dark with red eyes, study three Vedas and attain a full term of life, should have rice cooked in water, and he and his wife should eat it with clarified butter. Then they would be able to produce such a son."

"Sweet poets of the gentle antique line, That made the hue of beauty all eterne, And gave earth’s melodies a silver turn,— Where did you steal your art so right divine?— Sweetly ye memoried every golden twine Of your ladies’ tresses:—teach me how to spurn Death’s lone decaying and oblivion stern From the sweet forehead of a lady mine. The golden clusters of enamouring hair Glow’d in poetic pictures sweetly well;— Why should not tresses dusk, that are so fair On the live brow, have an eternal spell In poesy?—dark eyes are dearer far Than orbs that mock the hyacinthine-bell."

"Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! Our virgins dance beneath the shade— I see their glorious black eyes shine; ..."

"Although her eyes be not of blue, Nor fair her locks, like English lasses, How far its own expressive hue The languid azure eye surpasses!Prometheus-like, from heaven she stole The fire that through those silken lashes In darkest glances seems to roll, From eyes that cannot hide their flashes: ..."

"I turning saw, throned on a flowery rise, One sitting on a crimson scarf unroll’d; A queen, with swarthy cheeks and bold black eyes, Brow-bound with burning gold."

"The Musmee has brown velvet eyes Curtain’d with satin, sleepily; You wonder if those lids would rise The newest, strangest sight to see; But when she chatters, laughs, or plays Kôto, biwa, or samisen, No jewel gleams with brighter rays Than flash from those dark lashes then."

"O sweet brown hat, brown hair, brown eyes, Down-dropp’d brown eyes, so tender!"

"O dark brown eyes! O tangles of dark hair!"

"‘Eyes so black they draw one trembling near, Brown eyes, caverns flooded with a tear, Cloudless eyes, blue eyes so windy clear—’ ‘O look at me!’"

"And how she’d open her green eyes, As if in some immense surprise,"

"So stir the fire and pour the wine, And let those sea-green eyes divine Pour their love-madness into mine:"

"She was a sharp-jawed, pout-lipped beauty and her eyes were green as scum."

"If any man take a wife, and go in unto her, and hate her,And give occasions of speech against her, and bring up an evil name upon her, and say, I took this woman, and when I came to her, I found her not a maid:Then shall the father of the damsel, and her mother, take and bring forth the tokens of the damsel's virginity unto the elders of the city in the gate:And the damsel's father shall say unto the elders, I gave my daughter unto this man to wife, and he hateth her;And, lo, he hath given occasions of speech against her, saying, I found not thy daughter a maid; and yet these are the tokens of my daughter's virginity. And they shall spread the cloth before the elders of the city.And the elders of that city shall take that man and chastise him;And they shall amerce him in an hundred shekels of silver, and give them unto the father of the damsel, because he hath brought up an evil name upon a virgin of Israel: and she shall be his wife; he may not put her away all his days.But if this thing be true, and the tokens of virginity be not found for the damsel:Then they shall bring out the damsel to the door of her father's house, and the men of her city shall stone her with stones that she die: because she hath wrought folly in Israel, to play the whore in her father's house: so shalt thou put evil away from among you."

"“Nausicaa, How bare thy mother such a careless child? Neglected all thy rich attire is piled: Yet nigh thy wedding is, when thou must wear Fair raiment on thyself, and bring it fair To them that lead thee; for it causeth fame To mount abroad for good, to go thus clad, And maketh father's heart and mother's glad. Come therefore, at the daybreak let us fare A-washing; I will also go, to be Thy workfellow, and get thee quickly sped,— For thou shalt not rest long in maidenhead:— The best of all our men are wooing thee In this Phaeacian land, where thou wast born.”"

"I throw my apple towards you. If you will love me, take it And give me in repayment your own maidenhead: If your will is what I would not, yet keep it still; and make it A lesson of how swiftly all loveliness is fled."

"All day I heard your high heart-broken laughter, swallow, and, hearing, cried, ‘Is there no place or time when you forget, Pandîon’s daughter, your maidenhood, and Têreus, King of Thrace?’"

"Why hoard your maidenhood? There’ll not be found A lad to love you, girl, under the ground. Love’s joys are for the quick; but when we’re dead It’s dust and ashes, girl, will go to bed."

"She hating as a haynous crime the bonde of bridely bed Demurely casting downe hir eyes, and blushing somwhat red, Did folde about hir fathers necke with fauning armes: and sed: Deare father, graunt me while I live my maidenhead for to have, As to Diana here tofore hir father freely gave. Thy father (Daphne) could consent to that thou doest require, But that thy beautie and thy forme impugne thy chaste desire: So that thy will and his consent are nothing in this case, By reason of the beautie bright that shineth in thy face."

"An adult man who engaged in intercourse with a minor girl less than three years old has done nothing, as intercourse with a girl less than three years old is tantamount to poking a finger into the eye. In the case of an eye, after a tear falls from it another tear forms to replace it. Similarly, the ruptured hymen of the girl younger than three is restored."

"With margerain jentyll, The flowre of goodlyhede, Embrowdred the mantill Is of your maydenhede."

"Saith she, “Yet liever I were dead, Than I should lose my maidenhead, And all for love of men.”"

"The custome was that euery maid did weare, During her maidenhead, a silken Sphere About her waste, aboue her inmost weede, Knit with Minevuas knot, and that was freede By the faire Bridegrome on the manage night, With many ceremonies of delight: And yet eternisde Hymens tender Bride, To suffer it dissolu’d so sweetly cride. The maids that heard so lou’d, and did adore her, They wisht with all their hearts to suffer for her. So had the Matrons, that with Confits stood About the chamber, such affectionate blood, And so true feeling of her harmeles paines, That euery one a showre of Confits raines. For which the Brideyouths scrambling on the ground, In noyse of that sweet haile her cryes were drownd. And thus blest Hymen ioyde his gracious Bride, And for his ioy was after deifide."

"Have ye any crack’d maidenheads, to new leach or mend? Have ye any old maidenheads to sell or to change? Bring ’em to me, with a little pretty gin, I’ll clout ’em, I’ll mend ’em, I’ll knock in a pin, Shall make ’em as good maids again, As ever they have been.If your daughters on their beds, Have bowed or crack’d their maidenheads; If, in a coach, with too much tumbling, They chance to cry, fy, fo, what fumbling! If her foot slip, and down fall she, And break her leg above the knee; The one and thirtieth of February let this be ta’en, And they shall be arrant maids again."

"As unthrifts groan in straw for their pawn’d beds, As women weep for their lost maidenheads, When both are without hope or remedy, Such an untimely grief I have for thee."

"Netts, of passions finest thred, Snaring Poems, will be spred, All, to catch thy maiden-head."

"Joy to the Bridegroome and the Bride That lye by one anothers side! O fie upon the Virgin Bedds, No losse is gain but Maiden heads. Love quickly send the time may be When I shall deal my Rosemary!"

"Earth’s not so coy as you are now. But willingly admits the plow. For how had man or beast been fed, If she had kept her maiden head?"

"Teares, quickly fled, And vaine, as those are shed For a dying Maydenhead."

"Lasses like Autumne Plums did drop, And Lads, indifferently did crop A Flower, and a Maiden-head."

"There's nane that gaes by Carterhaugh But they leave him a wad, Either their rings, or green mantles, Or else their maidenhead."

"Thy Beauty shall no more be found, Nor, in thy marble Vault, shall sound My ecchoing Song: then Worms shall try That long preserv’d Virginity: And your quaint Honour turn to dust; And into ashes all my Lust."

"I swear I’le keep my Maidenhead till death, And die as pure as Queen Elizabeth."

"Have you not in a chimney seen A sullen faggot, wet and green, How coyly it receives the heat And at both ends does fume and sweat?So fares it with the harmless maid When first upon her back she’s laid; But the kind experienced dame Cracks, and rejoices in the flame."

"And thou, O! dear, delightful bed, The altar where Her maidenhead, With burning cheeks, and down cast eyes, With panting breasts, and kind replies, And other due solemnity, Was offer’d up to love and me."

"And, God knows, I thought my Money was as safe as my Maidenhead."

"By the shattered hymen of Thor's bride!"

"The Membrane call'd Hymen, is a Sign or Note of Virginity, because 'tis not to be found in any but Virgins. That there is such a thing 'tis not to be doubted, we have such great Authorities for it. But in Sickly young Girls, or such as are of a wanton temper, 'tis not so perfect as in a Healthy young Maid, that is Vertuous in Thought and in Deed. ... In the first coition Pain and Bloodshed ensues upon breaking it. Its use is to defend the Internal Parts."

"Now, until the break of day, Through this house each fairy stray. To the best bride-bed will we, Which by us shall blessèd be; And the issue there create Ever shall be fortunate. So shall all the couples three Ever true in loving be; And the blots of Nature’s hand Shall not in their issue stand: Never mole, hare-lip, nor scar, Nor mark prodigious, such as are Despisèd in nativity, Shall upon their children be."

"Some vicious mole of nature"

"That lovely spot which thou dost see In Celias bosome was a Bee, Who built her amorous spicy nest I’th Hyblas of her either breast, But from close Ivery Hyves, she flew To suck the Arromattick dew Which from the neighbour vale distils, Which parts those two twin-sister hils. There feasting on Ambrosiall meat, A rowling file of Balmy sweat, (As in soft murmurs, before death, Swan-like she sung,) chokt up her breath, So she in water did expire, More precious than the Phœnix fire; Yet still her shaddow there remaines Confind to those Elizian plaines; With this strict Law, that who shall lay His bold lips on that milky way, The sweet, and smart, from thence shall bring Of the Bees Honey, and her sting."

"I saw Elysium and the milky way Fair-opening to the shades beneath her breast; In Venus’ lap the struggling wanton lay, And, while she strove to hide, reveal’d the rest. A mole, embrown’d with no unseemly grace, Grew near, embellishing the sacred place."

"Up-on the cop right of his nose he hade A werte, and ther-on stood a tuft of heres, Reed as the bristles of a sowes eres;"

"Barley-corn, barley-corn, injun-meal shorts, Spunk-water, spunk-water, swaller these warts"

"My dear Veruca! How do you do? What a pleasure this is! You do have an interesting name, don't you? I always thought that a veruca was a sort of wart that you got on the sole of your foot!"

"Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, ..."

"His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: ..."

"Whosoever shall smite thee on thy right cheek, turn to him the other also."

"Love, ... who keepest thy vigil on the soft cheek of a maiden;"

"Señor Don Quixote, have you observed the comeliness of my lady the duchess, that smooth complexion of hers like a burnished polished sword, those two cheeks of milk and carmine, that gay lively step with which she treads or rather seems to spurn the earth, so that one would fancy she went radiating health wherever she passed?"

"Then virtue claims from beauty beauty’s red, Which virtue gave the golden age to gild Their silver cheeks, and call’d it then their shield; Teaching them thus to use it in the fight, When shame assail’d, the red should fence the white."

"Poor Lucrece’ cheeks unto her maid seem so As winter meads when sun doth melt their snow."

"Cheeks neither red nor pale, but mingled so That blushing red no guilty instance gave, Nor ashy pale the fear that false hearts have."

"I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks;"

"With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks;"

"And let not women’s weapons, water-drops, Stain my man’s cheeks! ..."

"Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks!"

"... On each side her Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids, With divers-coloured fans, whose wind did seem To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool, And what they undid did."

"Her cheekes like ripened lillies steept in wine, Or fair pomegranade kernels washt in milke, Or snow white threds in nets of crimson silke, Or gorgeous cloudes vpon the Sunnes decline."

"Her cheekes are like the blushing clowde That beautefies Auroraes face,"

"Roses red, Lillies white, And the cleare damaske hue, Shall on your cheekes alight: Loue will adorne you."

"So may thy cheeks’ red outwear scarlet dye, And their white, whiteness of the Galaxy;"

"Her Cheeks so rare a white was on, No Dazy makes comparison, (Who sees them is undone) For streaks of red were mingled there, Such as are on a Katherine Pear, (The side that’s next the Sun.)"

"Cheek to cheek and breast to breast Lock’d together in one nest."

"Heaven, I'm in heaven And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak And I seem to find the happiness I seek When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek"

"Of her choice virtues only gods should speak, Or English poets who grew up on Greek (I’d have them sing in chorus, cheek to cheek)."

"Thou art he who createst the man-child in woman, who makest seed in man, who giveth life to the son in the body of his mother, who soothest him that he may not weep, a nurse [even] in the womb."

"But thou art he that took me out of the womb: Thou didst make me hope when I was upon my mother's breasts. I was cast upon thee from the womb: Thou art my God from my mother's belly."

"Our mothers’ wombs the tyring-houses be Where we are drest for this short comedy:"

"Your brother and his lover have embraced: As those that feed grow full, as blossoming time That from the seedness the bare fallow brings To teeming foison, even so her plenteous womb Expresseth his full tilth and husbandry."

"A prettie rysing wombe without a weame, That shone as bright as anie siluer streame; And bare out like the bending of an hill, At whose decline a fountaine dwelleth still;A pretty rising womb without a wenn, That shine[s] as bright as any crystal gem, And bears out like the rising of a hill, At whose decline the[re] runs a fountain still,"

"And Venus, thou, with timely seed, Which may their after-comforts breed, Inform the gentle womb; Nor let it prove a tomb: But, ere ten moons be wasted, The birth, by Cynthia hasted. So may they both, ere day, Rise perfect every way."

"To Eve's womb, from our sweet to-morrow, God shall greatly multiply sorrow."

"Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men."

"Hir necke like to an yvorie shining tower Where through with azure veynes sweete Nectar runnes, Or like the downe of Swannes where Senesse woons, Or like delight that doth it self devore."

"Her necke like to a stately towre, Where Love himselfe imprisoned lies."

"Even as delicious meat is to the tast, So was his necke in touching, and surpast The white of Pelops' shoulder."

"Fair as an Ivory Column’s tow’ring Height, Her lofty Neck advances to the Sight."

"It was a foot in name only. The misshapen mass looked more like a hoof bisected by a crack."

"Strange to think it was an erotic thing. To us, the smell of rotting flesh would be unbearable. But back then men wrote poems about the rich smell."

"The bandages that women used for footbinding were about 10 feet long, so it was difficult for them to wash their feet. They only washed once every two weeks, so it was very, very stinky. But when I was young I was very free, because when I was naughty my mother couldn't run fast enough with her bound feet to catch me and beat me."

"There's not a single other woman in Liuyicun who could fit their feet into my shoes. When my generation dies, people won't be able to see bound feet, even if they want to."

"Looking back on it, I am not sure what I was expecting. Such cruel and ugly words are used to describe bound feet. I held her naked foot in my hands and was surprised how soft to the touch her feet were. I was also taken aback because in some ways the form of her foot was quite beautiful. I think this also stems from a feeling of empathy that she had gone to such extreme lengths to be considered beautiful, desirable, marriage potential. It really resonated with me and I became even more excited about the project and eager to find more women to tell their stories."

"Most people’s immediate reaction is how bad this custom was. I now see it as more of a means to an end. In their society it was the only way forward for women: It would garner them a better future, a better life; in their society it was considered beautiful and then later on it was considered backward. Can you imagine first of all being praised for going to such extreme measures and the torture you went through to be aesthetically pleasing only to be demonized as an adult for complying with standard practices?"

"I came into this project with preconceptions like most people have, that this was a custom only done by the elite who lived lives of luxury in beautifully embroidered shoes, only to discover that this tradition transcended different classes just like any fashion statement. The women in my project all come from rural areas and are typically peasant farmers who have lived through some of the harshest times in China. I have learned so much from hearing their stories and being part of their lives. As a photographer, I am a storyteller and I hope people can have a better understanding of this tradition through looking at my work. It has been an honor to have been part of their lives."

"Certainly the "three-inch golden lotuses" were seen as the ultimate erogenous zone, with Qing dynasty pornographic books listing 48 different ways of playing with women's bound feet."

"For one of my pieces on camera, I balanced a pair of embroidered doll shoes in the palm of my hand, as I talked about Lady Huang and the origins of foot-binding. When it was over, I turned to the museum curator who had given me the shoes and made some comment about the silliness of using toy shoes. This was when I was informed that I had been holding the real thing. The miniature “doll” shoes had in fact been worn by a human. The shock of discovery was like being doused with a bucket of freezing water."

"The truth, no matter how unpalatable, is that foot-binding was experienced, perpetuated and administered by women. Though utterly rejected in China now— the last shoe factory making lotus shoes closed in 1999 —it survived for a thousand years in part because of women’s emotional investment in the practice. The lotus shoe is a reminder that the history of women did not follow a straight line from misery to progress, nor is it merely a scroll of patriarchy writ large. Shangguan, Li and Liang had few peers in Europe in their own time. But with the advent of foot-binding, their spiritual descendants were in the West. Meanwhile, for the next 1,000 years, Chinese women directed their energies and talents toward achieving a three-inch version of physical perfection."