It was my uncle who taught me about the birds and the bees. He sat me down one day and said, 'Remember this, George, the birds fuck the bees.' Then he told me he once banged a girl so hard her freckles came off.

...The world was really one bee yard, and the same rules work fine in both places. Don't be afraid, as no life-loving bee wants to sting you. Still, don't be an idiot; wear long sleeves and pants. Don't swat. Don't even think about swatting. If you feel angry, whistle. Anger agitates while whistling melts a bee's temper. Act like you know what you're doing, even if you don't. Above all, send the bees love. Every little thing wants to be loved.

The bee's life is like a magic well: the more you draw from it, the more it fills with water

One can no more approach people without love than one can approach bees without care. Such is the quality of bees...

I should send my bees ashore for you, upon my sacred honour.

Well, I will wear the bees, like Damon and Pythagoras – ho, a mere sixty thousand bees in the cabin don't signify, much.

Everything about her was sweet, pale like honey. You would not have been surprised to see a bee caught in the tangles of that yellow hair.

Handle a book as a bee does a flower, extract its sweetness but do not damage it.

If the bee disappeared off the face of the earth, man would only have four years left to live.

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.

To be successful, one has to be one of three bees - the queen bee, the hardest working bee, or the bee that does not fit in.

The only time I ever believed that I knew all there was to know about beekeeping was the first year I was keeping them. Every year since I've known less and less and have accepted the humbling truth that bees know more about making honey than I do.

A big bee, a golden furry fellow, crept into a freesia, and the delicate flower leaned over, swung, shook; and when the bee flew away it fluttered still as though it were laughing. Happy, careless flower!

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.

I don't like to hear cut and dried sermons. No— when I hear a man preach, I like to see him act as if he were fighting bees.

Everything takes time. Bees have to move very fast to stay still.

There is nothing perfect...only life.

The quickest way to find honey is to follow bees.

If bees only gathered nectar from perfect flowers, they wouldn't be able to make even a single drop of honey.