Even though the bee is small, there she is on the flower, doing something of value. And the value she creates there contributes to a larger ecosystem of value, in that mountain meadow, in that range of mountains, in the world and even the universe. And can’t you just feel how happy she is?

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

I like pulling on a baggy bee suit, forgetting myself and getting as close to the bees’ lives as they will let me, remembering in the process that there is more to life than the merely human.

If we die, we’re taking you with us.

If the bee disappeared off the face of the earth, man would only have four years left to live.

The hum of bees is the voice of the garden.

It is not how busy you are, but why you are busy — the bee is praised, the mosquito is swatted.