A fat stomach never breeds fine thoughts.
A pedestrian is a man in danger of his life. A walker is a man in possession of his soul.
Athletes have studied how to leap and how to survive the leap some of the time and return to the ground. They don't always do it well. But they are our philosophers of actual moments and the body and soul in them, and of our maneuvers in our emergencies and longings.
Exercise is bunk. If you are healthy you don't need it. If you are sick you shouldn't take it.
Exercise is labor without weariness.
Exercise is the yuppie version of bulimia.
Exercise: you don't have time not to.
Few people know how to take a walk. The qualifications are endurance, plain clothes, old shoes, an eye for nature, good humor, vast curiosity, good speech, good silence and nothing too much.
I can feel the wind go by when I run. It feels good. It feels fast.
I don't jog, if I die I want to be sick.
I get my exercise acting as a pallbearer to my friends who exercise.
I have never taken any exercise except sleeping and resting.
I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me.
I'm not into working out. My philosophy: No pain, no pain.
If we could give every individual the right amount of nourishment and exercise, not too little and not too much, we would have found the safest way to health.
Intellectual tasting of life will not supersede muscular activity.
Jogging is very beneficial. It's good for your legs and your feet. It's also very good for the ground. If makes it feel needed.
Modern bodybuilding is ritual, religion, sport, art, and science, awash in Western chemistry and mathematics. Defying nature, it surpasses it.
Nothing lifts me out of a bad mood better than a hard workout on my treadmill. It never fails. To us, exercise is nothing short of a miracle.
Other exercises develop single powers and muscles, but dancing embellishes, exercises, and equalizes all the muscles at once.