“For the yearners know that the life of flesh is but the bridge to the fleshless Life. And the yearners know that the coarse and inadequate senses are but the peepholes into the world of the infinitely fine and adequate sense. And the yearners know that every flesh they tear they must inevitably repair, sooner or later, with their own flesh; and every bone they crush they must rebuild with their own bone; and every drop of blood they spill they must replenish with their own blood. For, that is the law of flesh.”

“While the non-yearner grasps for more and yet more things to put away in his pocket or belly, the yearner walks his way without a pocket, and with a belly clean of any creature's blood and convulsions.”

“Flesh of thy flesh, nor yet bone of thy bone.”

“Who is he who will affirm that there must be a web of flesh and bone to hold the shape of love?”

“Bone and Skin, two millers thin,
Would starve us all, or near it;
But be it known to Skin and Bone
That Flesh and Blood can't bear it.”

“It is a deere collop
That is cut out of th' owne flesh.”

“What we call Life is a condition of the soul. And the soul must improve in happiness and wisdom, except by its own fault. These tears in our eyes, these faintings of the flesh, will not hinder such improvement.”

“Flesh and blood needs flesh and blood, and you're the one I need”

“It will not out of the flesh that is bred in the bone.”

“Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear.”