A drop of honey catches more flies than a gallon of gall.
Bees are the batteries of orchards, gardens, guard them.
The flower doesn't dream of the bee. It blossoms and the bee comes.
The bee's life is like a golden bead and the world is a field of clover.
The bee is more honored than other animals, not because she labors, but because she labors for others.
Aerodynamically, the bumblebee shouldn't be able to fly, but the bumblebee doesn't know it so it goes on flying anyway.
If the bee disappeared off the face of the Earth, man would only have four years left to live.
Bees are not as busy as we think they are. They are just better organized.
The hum of bees is the voice of the garden.
The bee is domesticated but not tamed.
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.
A bumblebee is considerably faster than a John Deere tractor.
A bee is never as busy as it seems; it's just that it can't buzz any slower.
The bees learn where they live by landmarks. If their home is moved an inch or two, they get confused.
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.
One can no more approach people without love than one can approach bees without care. Such is the quality of bees.
The bee's life is like a magic well: the more you draw from it, the more it fills with water.
The keeping of bees is like the direction of sunbeams.