Our treasure lies in the beehive of our knowledge. We are perpetually on the way thither being by nature winged insects and honey gatherers of the mind.

We hope that when the insects take over the world they will remember with gratitude how we took them along on all our picnics.

The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom... in a clarification of life - not necessarily a great clarification such as sects and cults are founded on but in a momentary stay against confusion.

I do not knowingly kill any living thing - including insects or rodents - and I thank my food for sustaining me.

People have a fear of the unknown. Insects have different senses than us different amount of limbs and their body structure is very different. It's hard for us to really relate to them and understand them.

It was seldom that I attended any religious meetings as my parents had not much faith in and were never so unfortunate as to unite themselves with any of the religious sects.

There are as is known insects that die in the moment of fertilization. So it is with all joy: life's highest most splendid moment of enjoyment is accompanied by death.

My father always taught by telling stories about his experiences. His lessons were about morality and art and what insects and birds and human beings had in common. He told me what it meant to be a man and to be a Black man. He taught me about love and responsibility about beauty and how to make gumbo.

I love insects. They are amazing.

If we were to wipe out insects alone on this planet the rest of life and humanity with it would mostly disappear from the land. Within a few months.