C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.

Vanbrugh

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.

Love’s like virtue, its own reward.

Much of a muchness.

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

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