And the only reason for making honey is so as I can eat it.
When carrying a jar of honey to give to a friend for his birthday, don't stop and eat it along the way.
Brains first and then Hard Work.
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
I suppose that every one of us hopes secretly for immortality; to leave, I mean, a name behind him which will live forever in this world, whatever he may be doing, himself, in the next.
When you are pretty sure that an Adventure is going to happen, brush the honey off your nose and spruce yourself up as best you can, so as to look Ready for Anything.