Friday afternoon, "of insects and angels"

"LIFE is a mosaic of pleasure and pain - grief is an interval between two moments of joy. Peace is the interlude between two wars. You have no rose without a thorn; the diligent picker will avoid the pricks and gather the flower. There is no bee without the sting; cleverness consists in gathering the honey nevertheless."

"If you want to gather honey, don't kick over the beehive."

"They whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed."

"For believe me, the more one is, the richer is all that one experiences. And whoever wants to have a deep love in his life must collect and save for it and gather honey."

"Art is the stored honey of the human soul, gathered on wings of misery and travail."

"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."

"Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams."

""That buzzing-noise means something. If there's a buzzing noise, somebody's making a buzzing-noise, and the only reason for making a buzzing-noise that I know of is because you're a bee. .... And the only reason for being a bee that I know of is making honey..... And the only reason for making honey is so as I can eat it." So he began to climb the tree."

"The bee, from her industry in the summer, eats honey all the winter"

"Every saint has a bee in his halo"

"Sweet is the breath of vernal shower,The bee's collected treasures sweet, Sweet music's melting full, but sweeter yet. The still small voice of gratitude."

"There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield, / And the ricks stand grey to the sun, / Singing: - `Over then, come over, for the bee has quit the clover, / And your English summer's done'."

"Learn to self-conquest, persevere thus for a time, and you will perceive very clearly the advantage which you gain from it. As soon you apply yourself to orison, you will at once feel your senses gather themselves together: they seem like bees which"

"For so work the honey-bees, creatures that by a rule in nature teach the act of order to a peopled kingdom."