“Bee, why are you staring at me? I am not a flower??”

“You are like one of your bees, going from flower to flower, sampling the nectar of this and that.”

“The flower doesn’t dream of the bee. It blossoms and the bee comes.”

“Oh, call my brother back to me!
I cannot play alone:
The summer comes with flower and bee,—
Where is my brother gone?”

“The bee and the serpent often sip from the selfsame flower.”

“I go to books and to nature as the bee goes to a flower, for a nectar that I can make into my own honey.”

“Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.”

“I am the bee that will make honey for all.”

“We're much alike, bee, you and me," I said. "You may carry your pack underneath you and your rifle may stick out of your bottom. But you and me, bee, are much alike.”

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