“Bee, why are you staring at me? I am not a flower??”

“And now you ask in your heart, ‘How shall we distinguish that which is good in pleasure from that which is not good?’Go to your fields and your gardens, and you shall learn that it is the pleasure of the bee to gather honey of the flower,But it is also the pleasure of the flower to yield its honey to the bee.For to the bee a flower is a fountain of life,And to the flower a bee is a messenger of love,And to both, bee and flower, the giving and the receiving of pleasure is a need and an ecstasy.*People of Orphalese, be in your pleasures like the flowers and the bees.”

“Sometimes, if I am not careful, and I stare too long at a flower, it shrivels and dies.”

“Bees chase flowers.”

“You're staring at me," Simon said. "Why are you staring at me? Have I got something on my face?”

“When the flower bloomsThe bees come uninvited.”