I am just another insect on the windshield of life.
Some primal termite knocked on wood;and tasted it, and found it good.That is why your Cousin Mayfell through the parlor floor today.
People who get through life dependent on other people's possessions are always the first to lecture you on how little possessions count.
Nature will bear the closest inspection. She invites us to lay our eye level with her smallest leaf, and take an insect view of its plain.
What would be left of our tragedies if an insect were to present us his?
a man thinks he amounts to a great deal but to a flea or a mosquito a human being is merely something good to eat
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.
We can allow satellites, planets, suns, universe, nay whole systems of universes, to be governed by laws, but the smallest insect, we wish to be created at once by special act.
A fly may sting a stately horse and make him wince; but one is but an insect, and the other is a horse still.
Love has its own instinct, finding the way to the heart, as the feeblest insect finds the way to its flower, with a will which nothing can dismay nor turn aside.