Simplicity (n.) that is holy finds everything unholy that is not simple — and likes to play with fire: the stake.
Simplicity (n.) is merely imaginary; whatever is real is neither one nor even reducible to one.
Simplicity (n.) of style has always been the mark and privilege of genius — which is why choosing it betrays no common ambition: many will kindly take the author for what he would like to be taken for.
Simplicity (n.) is the pose we strike before ourselves — a way of resting from our fellow men.
Simplicity (n.) in the demand be simple is, for us complicated triers of the reins, a simple stupidity, and be natural fails if one happens to be unnatural.
Simplicity (n.) and the pleasure in transparency, regularity and brightness come from a sovereign instinct that reduces, regulates and assimilates the hubbub of real perceptions, unconscious ones included, and without that force no living being would live.
Simplicity (n.) as the seal of truth — simplex veritas — is the indolent thought.