Virtue is its own reward. There's a pleasure in doing good which sufficiently pays itself. — John Vanbrugh Copy Share Image
The want of a thing is perplexing enough, but the possession of it, is intolerable. — John Vanbrugh Copy Share Image
True virtue, wheresoever it moves, still carries an intrinsic worth about it. — John Vanbrugh Copy Share Image
“Shield me, kind heaven, what an inundation of impertinence is here coming upon us!” — John Vanbrugh Copy Share Image
Let our weakness be what it will, mankind will still be weaker; and whilst there is a world, 'tis woman that will govern it. — John Vanbrugh Copy Share Image
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… — John Vanbrugh Copy Share Image
“How I should despise such a thing if I were a man. What a nose she has! what a chin! what a neck! Then… — John Vanbrugh Copy Share Image
Tho marriage be a lottery in which there are a wondrous many blanks, yet there is one inestimable lot in which the only heaven… — John Vanbrugh Copy Share Image
Friendship's said to be a plant of tedious growth, its root composed of tender fibers, nice in their taste, cautious in spreading. — John Vanbrugh Copy Share Image
You may build castles in the air, and fume, and fret, and grow thin and lean, and pale and ugly, if you please. But… — John Vanbrugh Copy Share Image
