Henry Jackson van Dyke Jr. (November 10, 1852 – April 10, 1933) was an American author, educator, and clergyman.
For those who love. . . time is eternity.
The simple life which blandly ignores all care and conflict, soon becomes flabby and invertebrate, sentimental and gelatinous.
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.
Memory is a capricious and arbitrary creature. You never can tell what pebble she will pick up from the shore of life to keep among her treasures, or what inconspicuous flower of the field she will preserve as the symbol of "thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. ". . . And yet I do not doubt that the most Important things are always the best remembered.
There is no personal charm so great as the charm of a cheerful temperament.
Love is the best thing in the world, and the thing that lives the longest.
Thou wayfaring Jesus - a pilgrim and stranger, Exiled from heaven by love at Thy birth: Exiled again from Thy rest in the manger, A fugitive child 'mid the perils of earth - Cheer with Thy fellowship all who are weary, Wandering far from the land that they love: Guide every heart that is homeless and dreary, Safe to its home in Thy presence above.
The more keenly we are awake to the perils of life, the higher and grander is the possibility of being truly brave.
For ever so our thoughtful hearts repeatOn fields of triumph dirges of defeat;And still we turn on gala-days to treadAmong the rustling memories of the dead.
You never see the stock called Happiness quoted on the exchange.
One truly affectionate soul in a family will evert a sweetening and harmonizing influence upon all its members.
In love and friendship, small, steady payments on a gold basis are better than immense promissory notes.
Gratitude is the inward feeling of kindness received. Thankfulness is the natural impulse to express that feeling. Thanksgiving is the following of that impulse.
I know that Europe's wonderful, yet something seems to lack;The Past is too much with her, and the people looking back.