Man produces evil as a bee produces honey.

Honey is sweet! but the bee stings

The keeping of bees is like the direction of sunbeams.

I dreamt -- marvellous error! -- that I had a beehive here inside my heart. And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my old failures.

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

What a man does defiles him, not what is done by others.