The barren branches may appear inelegant: They are, to the cook, the means to make his fire.
The Dermis ProbeThe life of a mother is the life of a child: you are two blossoms on a single branch.
Momma Zen: Walking the Crooked Path of MotherhoodYou fell off the tree of fucked-up-weird and slammed every branch on the way down.
Moonlight Falls: Dick Moonlight[T]he great end of education . . . is to persuade and to inspire the sincere love of virtue.
Observations upon Liberal Education, in All Its Branches