A Liar Ought To Have

Prune What Is Turgid, Elevate What Is Commonplace, Arrange What Is Disorderly, Introduce Rhythm Where The Language Is Harsh, Modify Where It Is Too Absolute.

Whilst We Deliberate How To Begin A Thing, It Grows Too Late To Begin It.

Where Evil Habits Are Once Settled, They Are More Easily Broken Than Mended.

For It Would Have Been Better That Man Should Have Been Born Dumb, Nay, Void Of All Reason, Rather Than That He Should Employ The Gifts Of Providence To The Destruction Of His Neighbor.

Satiety Is A Neighbor To Continued Pleasures. [lat., Continuis Voluptatibus Vicina Satietas.]