JOHN VANBRUGH

A slighted woman knows no bounds.

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.

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

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

Custom is the law of fools.

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

If women were humbler, men would be honester.

He laughs best who laughs last.

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

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

A slighted woman knows no bounds.

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

Love, like virtue, is its own reward.

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.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

He laughs best who laughs last.

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

Love's like virtue, its own reward.

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

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

Custom is the law of fools.

Thinking is to me the greatest fatigue in the world.

If women were humbler, men would be honester.