Henry Jackson van Dyke Jr. (November 10, 1852 – April 10, 1933) was an American author, educator, and clergyman.
No amount of energy will take the place of thought. A strenuous life with its eyes shut is a kind of wild insanity.
A peace that depends on fear is nothing but a suppressed war.
Some people are so afraid do die that they never begin to live.
The Bible teaches that God owns the world. He distributes to every man according to His own good pleasure, conformably to general laws.
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.
Deeds not Words: I say so too! And yet I find it somehow true, A word may help a man in need, To nobler act and braver deed.
A river is the most human and companionable of all inanimate things. It has a life, a character, a voice of its own; and it is as full of good fellowship as a sugar maple is of sap. It can talk in various tones, loud or low, and of many subjects grave and gay. . . . For real company and friendship there is nothing, outside of the animal kingdom, that is comparable to a river.
The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month.
It is with rivers as it is with people: the greatest are not always the most agreeable nor the best to live with.
Courage is the standing army of the soul which keeps it from conquest, pillage, and slavery.
You never see the stock called Happiness quoted on the exchange.
What we do belongs to what we are; and what we are is what becomes of us.
I shall grow old, but never lose life's zest, because the road's last turn will be the best.
Count not the cost of honour to the dead!The tribute that a mighty nation paysTo those who loved her well in former daysMeans more than gratitude for glories fled;For every noble man that she hath bred,Lives in the bronze and marble that we raise,Immortalised by art's immortal praise,To lead our sons as he our fathers led.
The birth of Jesus is the sunrise in the Bible.
Who can explain the secret pathos of Nature's loveliness? It is a touch of melancholy inherited from our mother Eve. It is an unconscious memory of the lost Paradise. It is the sense that even if we should find another Eden, we would not be fit to enjoy it perfectly nor stay in it forever.
Spend as much time as possible, with body and with spirit in God's out-of-doors.
No amount of energy will take the place of thought.
The meditative angler is not exempt from sensational periods. There are times when all the uncertainty of his chosen pursuit seems to condense itself into one big chance, and stand out before him like a salmon on the top wave of a rapid. He sees his luck hangs by a single strand of gut, and he cannot tell whether it will hold or break. This is the thrilling moment and he never forgets it.
If only the best birds sang, the forest would be silent.