he virtues of the
wise.--_Bonnard._

Speech is often barren; but silence also does not necessarily brood over
a full nest. Your still fowl, blinking at you without remark, may all
the while be sitting on one addled nest-egg; and when it takes to
cackling, will have nothing to announce but that addled
delusion.--_George Eliot._

Silence gives consent.--_Goldsmith._

Silence is the safest response for all the contradiction that arises
from impertinence, vulgarity, or envy.--_Zimmerman._

~Simplicity.~--Simplicity is doubtless a fine thing, but it often appeals
only to the simple. Art is the only passion of true artists.
Palestrina's music resembles the music of Rossini, as the song of the
sparrow is like the cavatina of the nightingale. Choose.--_Madame de
Girardin._

Simplicity is Nature's first step, and the last of Art.--_P. J. Bailey._

The world could not exist if it were not simple. This ground has been
tilled a thousand years, yet its powers remain ever the same; a little
rain, a little sun, and each spring it grows green again.--_Goethe._

The fairest lives, in my opinion, are those which regularly accommodate
themselves to the common and human model, without miracle, without
extravagance.--_Montaigne._

There is a majesty in simplicity which is far above the quaintness of
wit.--_Pope._

~Sin.~--Original sin is in us like the beard: we are shaved to-day, and
look clean, and have a smooth chin; to-morrow our beard has grown again,
nor does it cease growing while we remain on earth. In like manner
original sin cannot be extirpated from us; it springs up in us as long
as we exist; Nevertheless, we are bound to resist it to our utmost
strength, and to cut it down unceasingly.--_Luther._

Sin, in fancy, mothers many an ugly fact.--_Theodore Parker._

There is no immunity from the consequences of sin; punishment is swift
and sure to one and all.--_Hosea Ballou._

Every man has his devilish minutes.--_Lavater._

Death from sin no power can separate.--_Milton._

Our sins, like to our shadows, when our day is in its glory, scarce
appeared. Towards our evening how great and monstrous they are!--_Sir J.
Suckling._

'Tis the will that makes the action good or ill.--_Herrick._

Guilt, though it may attain temporal splendor, can never confer real
happiness. The evident consequences of our crimes long survive their
commission, and, like the ghosts of the murdered, forever haunt the
steps of the malefactor.--