“Life is the flower for which love is the honey.”

“You'll learn, honey. Love can be the best thing in life. And it can be the worst. The absolute worst.”

“Life and love are life and love, a bunch of violets is a bunch of violets, and to drag in the idea of a point is to ruin everything. Live and let live, love and let love, flower and fade, and follow the natural curve, which flows on, pointless.”

“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.”

“Consider the honey-bee. Its treasure is nectar, obtained even from the chilly plant. It is not at the cost of the flower. In fact, its act of extracting honey contributes to the progress of the flowers. You need not learn from Kahlil Gibran, Marx or Gorbachev, not even from Gandhiji. Choose instead to learn your lesson from the honey bees as your silent partners: they will show you how to develop without destroying.”

“Love without fear and trepidation is fire without flame and heat, day without sun, comb without honey, summer without flowers, winter without frost, sky without moon, a book without letters.”

“It feels good, honey, but it isn't love.”

“How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour,
And gather honey all the day
From every opening flower!”

“Ah! love and song are but a dream,
A flower's faint shade on life's dark stream.”

“Love is very fruitful both of honey and gall.”
Amor et melle et felle est faecundissimus.