The Body (n.) when animate is one offered to another, an opening-up like a reverse conatus, an inversion of essence.
The Body (n.) is less a noun than an adverb — not an object among objects but the "how" of being separate.
The Body (n.) is where we affirm ourselves, in its unique warmth, long before any Self claims to be separate from it.
The Body (n.) in every case is a container, and happy are those who have been worthy of carrying the Torah within them.
The Body (n.) is spiritual not because it expresses an inner soul but because, by its position, it makes any inwardness possible at all.
The Body (n.) that labors has time in the midst of facts — to be a body is to be me while living in the other.
The Body (n.) means one can not only offend a person but coerce him: "I am anything you like," says Sganarelle, under the blows.
The Body (n.) naked and indigent is, as it were, torn up from the center from which it perceives, as water gushing from a rock washes the rock away.
The Body (n.) is a feeling felt: as felt it is on the subject's side, as feeling it is already on the side of the objects.
The Body (n.) is not only the subject's way of being enslaved but its way of possessing and working, of having time — self-possession won from destitution.
The Body (n.) raised upright already leaves pure nature in the direction of height: there is no natural religion, but the "I can" comes from this height.
The Body (n.) is the "I can" of the will turned into a thing — at once one's own and vulnerable; its existence is health and sickness.
The Body (n.) as tradition sees it weighs on Socrates like the chains of his Athenian prison and encases him like the tomb that awaits him — an obstacle to be overcome.
The Body (n.) is not a thing but an event: not posited but a position — the irruption of localization itself into anonymous being.
The Body (n.) is not an accident that ties us to matter; its adherence to the Self is an adherence no one escapes and no metaphor can turn into an external object.
The Body (n.) proper is a singular anachronism: the world the I think envelops is already among the enveloping elements, part of the flesh of the I think.
The Body (n.) is not an accident that happens to the soul; it is the regime of separation, and the "somewhere" of dwelling comes before geometrical space, not after.
The Body (n.) is the condition of giving: to give to the ultimate degree is to give the bread from one's own mouth — no miracle is needed to unite it with the soul.
The Body (n.) is the equivocation of life itself: to stand, master of oneself, and to stand on the earth, encumbered — the ever-possible flip of body-master into body-slave, health into sickness.
The Body (n.) is not my first possession; I can dispose of it only because I already have a home — a dwelling's extraterritoriality conditions owning even my own flesh.