The trouble is with socialism, which resembles a form of mental illness more than it does a philosophy. Socialists get bees in their bonnets. And because they chronically lack any critical faculty to examine and evaluate their ideas, and because they are pathologically unwilling to consider the opinions of others, and most of all, because socialism is a mindset that regards the individual – and his rights – as insignificant, compared to whatever the socialist believes the group needs, terrible, terrible things happen when socialists acquire power.
Blossom of the almond trees, April's gift to April's Bees.
Bees are not as busy as we think they are. They jest can't buzz any slower.kin hubbard
A spider conducts operations that resemble those of a weaver, and a bee puts to shame many an architect in the construction of her cells. But what distinguishes the worst of architects from the best of Bees is this, that the architect raises his structure in imagination before he erects it in reality.karl marx
It is usual to speak of the Fascist objective as the "beehive state", which does grave injustice to Bees. A world of rabbits ruled by stoats would be nearer the mark.george orwell
The honey-bee that wanders all day long The field, the woodland, and the garden o'er, To gather in his fragrant winter store, Humming in calm content his winter song, Seeks not alone the rose's glowing breast, The lily's dainty cup, the violet's lips, But from all rank and noxious weeds he sips The single drop of sweetness closely pressed Within the poison chalice.Anne C. Lynch Botta
Books are the Bees which carry the quickening pollen from one to another mind.james russell lowell
I have just been thinking, and I have come to a very important decision. These are the wrong sort of Bees.
You’ve never seen death? Look in the mirror every day and you will see it like Bees working in a glass hive.jean cocteau
For where's the state beneath the firmamentThat doth excel the Bees for government?guillaume de salluste du bartas
Crimson clover I discoverBy the garden gate,And the Bees about her hover,But the robins wait.Sing, robins, sing,Sing a roundelay,—'Tis the latest flower of SpringComing with the May!dora read goodale
All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair The Bees are stirring birds are on the wing And Winter slumbering in the open air, Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring! And I the while, the sole unbusy thing, Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Cities are no more artificial than the hives of Bees. The Internet is as natural as a spider's web.john n. gray
No sun no moon no morn no noon, No dawn no dusk no proper time of day, No warmth no cheerfulness no healthful ease, No road, no street, no t' other side the way, No comfortable feel in any member No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no Bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds, November!thomas hood
Crimson clover I discover By the garden gate, And the Bees about her hover, But the robins wait. Sing, robins, sing, Sing a roundelay, 'Tis the latest flower of Spring Coming with the May!
And a breastplate made of daisies, Closely fitting, leaf on leaf, Periwinkles interlaced Drawn for belt about the waist; While the brown Bees, humming praises, Shot their arrows round the chief.
In his own verse the poet still we find, In his own page his memory lives enshrined, As in their amber sweets the smothered Bees, As the fair cedar, fallen before the breeze, Lies self-embalmed amidst the mouldering trees.
His helmet now shall make A hive for Bees.
Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable Bees.
My banks they are furnish'd with Bees, Whose murmur invites one to sleep; My grottoes are shaded with trees, And my hills are white over with sheep.william shenstone