Henry Jackson van Dyke Jr. (November 10, 1852 – April 10, 1933) was an American author, educator, and clergyman.
It is with rivers as it is with people: the greatest are not always the most agreeable nor the best to live with.
What is Fortune, what is Fame? Futile gold and phantom name- Riches buried in a cave, Glory written on a grave.
Peace without Justice is a low estate, A coward cringing to an iron Fate! But Peace through Justice is the great ideal, We'll pay the price of war to make it real.
Flowers rejoice when night is done, Lift their heads to greet the sun; Sweetest looks and odours raise, In a silent hymn of praise.
Be grateful for the tiny details of your life and make room for unexpected and beautiful blessings.
There are many kinds of love, as many kinds of light, And every kind of love makes a glory in the night. There is love that stirs the heart, and love that gives it rest, But the love that leads life upward is the noblest and the best.
But this I know. Those who seek Him will do well to look among the poor and the lowly, the sorrowful and the oppressed.
In the progress of personality, first comes a declaration of independence, then a recognition of interdependence.
Fidelity is simply daring to be true in small things as well as great.
Thou warden of the western gate, above Manhattan Bay, The fogs of doubt that hid thy face are driven clean away: Thine eyes at last look far and clear, thou liftest high thy hand To spread the light of liberty world-wide for every land.
Hours fly, Flowers die: New days, New ways: Pass by! Love stays.
The kingdom of birds is divided into two departments - birds and House Sparrows. House Sparrows are not real birds - they are little beasts!
In love and friendship, small, steady payments on a gold basis are better than immense promissory notes.
Natural beauty and wonder are priceless heirlooms which God has bestowed upon our nation. How shall we escape the contempt of the coming generation if we suffer this irreplaceable heritage to be wasted?
Are you willing to forget what you have done for other people, and to remember what other people have done for you. . . to remember the weakness and loneliness of people who are growing old. . . Are you willing to believe that love is the strongest ting in the world. . . stronger than hate, stronger than evil, stronger than death. . . Then you can keep Christmas! But you can never keep it alone.
He that planteth a tree. . . provideth a kindness for many generations.
The woods would be quiet if no bird sang but the one that sang best.
The more keenly we are awake to the perils of life, the higher and grander is the possibility of being truly brave.
A peace that depends on fear is nothing but a suppressed war.
Use what talents you possess; the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best.