Like bees, they must put their lives into the sting they give.
When the flower blooms, the bees come uninvited.
The only person you should try to be better than is the person you were yesterday
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
All the lessons of history in four sentences: Whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad with power. The mills of God grind slowly, but they grind exceedingly small. The bee fertilizes the flower it robs. When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.
The butterfly's attractiveness derives not only from colors and symmetry: deeper motives contribute to it. We would not think them so beautiful if they did not fly, or if they flew straight and briskly like bees, or if they stung, or above all if they did not enact the perturbing mystery of metamorphosis: the latter assumes in our eyes the value of a badly decoded message, a symbol, a sign.
People must not turn into bees, and kill themselves in stinging others.
It's not so much how busy you are, but why you are busy.
The bee is praised. The mosquito is swatted.
When you go in search of honey you must expect to be stung by bees.
The bee himself did not evade the schoolboy more than she evaded me, and even at this day I still stand somewhat bewildered, like the boy.
If they're moved within their home range, they get confused.
Britain's most useful role is somewhere between bee and dinosaur.
Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?
The flower doesn't dream of the bee. It blossoms and the bee comes.
The happiness of the bee and the dolphin is to exist.
For man it is to know that and to wonder at it.
In Tarzan I only had to worry about the bees.
If a queen bee were crossed with a Friesian bull, would not the land flow with milk and honey?
I'd say a man is someone who is strong-minded, moral, genuine, just a good human beeing.
Everything takes time. Bees have to move very fast to stay still.
Imagine spending four billion years stocking the oceans with seafood, filling the ground with fossil fuels, and drilling the bees in honey production -- only to produce a race of bed-wetters!
The men of experiment are like the ant;
they only collect and use. But the bee . . . gathers its materials from the flowers of the garden and of the field, but transforms and digests it by a power of its own.
We once grew good without chemicals. We never grew food without bees.
A person who is too nice an observer of the business of the crowd, like one who is too curious in observing the labor of bees, will often be stung for his curiosity.
The family is an early expedient and in many ways irrational.
If the race had developed a special sexless class to be nurses, pedagogues, and slaves, like the workers among ants and bees, then the family would have been unnecessary. Such a division of labor would doubtless have involved evils of its own, but it would have obviated some drags and vexations proper to the family.
The lessons of history? There are four: The bee fertilizes the flower it robs;
whom the gods would destroy they first make mad with power; the mills of God grind slowly, but they grind exceeding small; when it is dark enough, you can see the stars.
His Labor is a Chant -- his Idleness -- a Tune -- oh, for a Bee's experience of Clovers, and of Noon!
Keep out of Chancery. It's being ground to bits in a slow mill; it's being roasted at a slow fire; it's being stung to death by single bees; it's being drowned by drops; it's going mad by grains.
One who is too wise an observer of the business of others, like one who is too curious in observing the labor of bees, will often be stung for his curiosity.
Perhaps, after all, our best thoughts come when we are alone.
It is good to listen, not to voices but to the wind blowing, to the brook running cool over polished stones, to bees drowsy with the weight of pollen. If we attend to the music of the earth, we reach serenity. And then, in some unexplained way, we share it with others.
Religion was nearly dead because there was no longer real belief in future life;
but something was struggling to take its place -- service -- social service -- the ants creed, the bees creed.
Like the bee, we should make our industry our amusement.