Let my skin and sinews and bones dry up, together with all the flesh and blood of my body! I welcome it! But I will not move from this spot until I have attained the supreme and final wisdom.
“I stuff my mouth with old fabric and scream until there are no sounds left under my skin.”
Civilization is the lamb's skin in which barbarism masquerades.
I look to a day when people will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character.
On vacations: We hit the sunny beaches where we occupy ourselves keeping the sun off our skin, the salt water off our bodies, and the sand out of our belongings.
Beauty is only skin deep, but ugly goes clean to the bone.