I don't like my legs. … A good pair of legs on someone else always makes me jealous. I don't have any tits so I can't show cleavage. The only part I really like is my stomach.

I don't mind your showing me your legs. They're very swell legs and it's a pleasure to make their acquaintace. I don't mind if you don't like my manners. They're pretty bad. I grieve over them during the long winter nights.

Sure deck your lower limbs in pants; Yours are the limbs, my sweeting. You look divine as you advance– Have you seen yourself retreating?

What good is a boy without a pair of good, strong legs?

Most striking, perhaps, in their general appearance was the disproportion between the legs of these creatures and the length of their bodies; and yet — so relative is our idea of grace — my eye became habituated to their forms, and at last I even fell in with their persuasion that my own long thighs were ungainly.

If you could see my legs when I take my boots off, you'd form some idea of what unrequited affection is.

They're ugly, but those are the facts of life.

The truth is not always beautiful, nor beautiful words the truth.

I didn't ask to see you. You sent for me. I don't mind your ritzing me or drinking your lunch out of a Scotch bottle. I don't mind your showing me your legs. They're very swell legs and it's a pleasure to make their acquaintance. I don't mind if you don't like my manners. They're pretty bad. I grieve over them during the long winter evenings. But don't waste your time trying to cross-examine me.

Four legs good, two legs bad.

When I am working on a problem, I never think about beauty but when I have finished, if the solution is not beautiful, I know it is wrong

[G]enetically my legs are supposed to be huge. I can't really think about it, or I'll go crazy.

Her legs are so long and sexy that I can see them 26.2 miles away. Gatorade.

I'm pretty, but I'm not beautiful. I sin but I'm not the devil. I'm good, but I'm not an angel