“If a queen bee were crossed with a Friesian bull, would not the land flow with milk and honey?”

“In the valley of the giants where the stars and stripes explode, the peaches they were sweet and the milk and honey flowed.”

“If the world were a paradise of luxury and ease, a land flowing with milk and honey, where every Jack obtained his Jill at once and without any difficulty, men would either die of boredom or hang themselves; or there would be wars, massacres, and murders; so that in the end mankind would inflict more suffering on itself than it has now to accept at the hands of Nature.”

“Dat's what they say of this cauntry back home, Kath: 'America, the land of milk and honey.' Bot they never tell you the milk's gone sour and the honey's stolen.”

“All the honey in the world is nothing without the confirmation of the bees.”

“Faith is like porridge. Better with milk and honey.”