John Vanbrugh quotes:

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  • A slighted woman knows no bounds.

  • Once a woman has given you her heart, you can never get rid of the rest of her.

  • Tho marriage be a lottery in which there are a wondrous many blanks, yet there is one inestimable lot in which the only heaven on earth is written.

  • You may build castles in the air, and fume, and fret, and grow thin and lean, and pale and ugly, if you please. But I tell you, no man worth having is true to his wife, or can be true to his wife, or ever was, or will be so.

  • We gentlemen, whose chariot's roll only upon the four aces, are apt to have a wheel out of order.

  • Custom is the law of fools.

  • Custom, madam, is the law of fools, but it shall never govern me.

  • Repentance for past crimes is just and easy; but sin-no-more's a task too hard for mortals

  • Thinking is to me the greatest fatigue in the world.

  • Good manners and soft words have brought many a difficult thing to pass.

  • Virtue is its own reward. There's a pleasure in doing good which sufficiently pays itself.

  • Love's like virtue, its own reward.

  • Friendship's said to be a plant of tedious growth, its root composed of tender fibers, nice in their taste, cautious in spreading.

  • True virtue, wheresoever it moves, still carries an intrinsic worth about it.

  • We're gaily yet, we're gaily yet, And we're not very fow, but we're gaily yet; Then set ye awhile, and tipple a bit, For we's not very fow, but we're gaily yet.

  • When debtors once have borrowed all we have to lend, they are very apt to grow shy of their creditors' company.

  • As if a woman of education bought things because she wanted 'em.

  • He laughs best who laughs last.

  • Let our weakness be what it will, mankind will still be weaker; and whilst there is a world, 'tis woman that will govern it.

  • No man is worth having is true to his wife, or can be true to his wife, or ever was, or ever will be so.

  • If women were humbler, men would be more honest.

  • The want of a thing is perplexing enough, but the possession of it, is intolerable.

  • Love, like virtue, is its own reward.

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