quote by Dale Carnegie

If you want to gather honey, don't kick over the beehive.

— Dale Carnegie

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I dreamt -- marvellous error! -- that I had a beehive here inside my heart.

And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my old failures.

Such simple instincts as bees making a beehive could be sufficient to overthrow my whole theory.

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Our treasure lies in the beehive of our knowledge.

We are perpetually on the way thither, being by nature winged insects and honey gatherers of the mind.

Has my heart gone to sleep? Have the beehives of my dreams stopped working, the waterwheel of the mind run dry, scoops turning empty, only shadow inside? No, my heart is not asleep. It is awake, wide awake. Not asleep, not dreaming— its eyes are opened wide watching distant signals, listening on the rim of vast silence

I was a big and un-ironic fan of Dear Abby when I was a kid in Chicago.

I think I sort of internalized her. So I have this inner Abby: cranky, proper, folksy yet scathing, with a beehive hairdo. But that's my issue.

You're just a natural beehive, filled with honey to the top.

Well, I ain't greedy baby, all I want is all you got.

Like bees creating a beehive or ants creating an anthill we're all moving along creating something and we're not sure what it is.

When you hear buzz around the beehive, you know they're making honey in there.

We are unknown to ourselves, we men of knowledge - and with good reason.

We have never sought ourselves - how could it happen that we should ever find ourselves? It has rightly been said: "Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also"; our treasure is where the beehives of our knowledge are.

You can't beat the beehive for glam punkette attitude.

China is referred to as the 'dragon' and India as an 'elephant'.

But we are not an elephant, we are a 'beehive'.

It's like a bear stumbling into a beehive or a honey cache: I'm stumbling right into it and getting stuck, and it's delicious and it's horrible and I'm in it and it's not very graceful and it's very awkward and it's very painful and yet there's something inevitable about it.

Divisions between culture is not this precious thing, it's just this dirty beehive with things moving around, creating accidents, and violence, and harmony. It's this kind of beautiful mess, this matter.

Subatomic particles do not just sit around being subatomic particles. They are beehives of activity.

There is nothing to be found in a beehive that is not submerged in a bee.

And yet you can search a bee forever with cyclotron and fluoroscope, and you will never find the hive.

I opposed the war in Iraq because I did not believe it was in our national security interest, and I still don't. What we [America] did was akin to taking a baseball bat to a beehive. Our primary security threat right now is terrorism - and by doing what we did in Iraq, we've managed to alienate a good part of the world and most of the allies whose intelligence and other help we need to combat and defeat terrorism.

My strength is character. I'm pretty good at building walking-talking humans with brains like beehives.

Amy Winehouse: Did she invent white soul? Wearing a beehive? No.

But she did something brand new and fresh, altogether as a package, and you see who's in her wake, from the Duffys to the Lana Del Reys. Adele selling 20 million records? That would not have happened if Amy Winehouse was alive.

Books are the beehives of thought; laconics, the honey taken from them.

Lately I was near the beehives and some of the bees flew onto my face.

I wanted to raise my hand, and brush them off. 'No,' said a peasant to me, 'do not be afraid, and do not touch them. They will not sting you at all, if you touch them they will bite you.' I trusted him; not one bit me. Trust me; do not fear these temptations. Do not touch them; they will not hurt you.

Place a beehive on my grave And let the honey soak through.

When I'm dead and gone, That's what I want from you. The streets of heaven are gold and sunny, But I'll stick with my plot and a pot of honey. Place a beehive on my grave And let the honey soak through.

When in doubt, poke the beehive with a stick to see if anything interesting flies out. I clapped my hands. 'I had no idea Pit teams had such pretty cheerleaders. Can you do it again, but with more spirit this time?

Suppose within each book there is another book, and within every letter on every page another volume constantly unfolding; but these volumes take no space on the desk. Suppose knowledge could be reduced to a quintessence, held within a picture, a sign, held within a place which is no place. Suppose the human skull were to become capacious, spaces opening inside it, humming chambers like beehives.

Every ant knows the formula of its ant-hill, every bee knows the formula of its beehive. They know it in their own way, not in our way. Only humankind does not know its own formula.