“In mirth he mocks the other birds at noon, Catching the lilt of every easy tune; But when the day departs he… — Henry Van Dyke Copy Share Image
Who can explain the secret pathos of Nature's loveliness? It is a touch of melancholy inherited from our mother Eve. It is… — Henry Van Dyke Copy Share Image
Love is not getting, but giving; It is goodness, and honor, and peace and pure living. — Henry Van Dyke Copy Share Image
In love and friendship, small, steady payments on a gold basis are better than immense promissory notes. — Henry Van Dyke Copy Share Image
Ere thou sleepest, gently lay Every troubled thought away; Put off worry and distress As thou puttest off thy dress; Drop thy… — Henry Van Dyke Copy Share Image
I know that Europe's wonderful, yet something seems to lack;The Past is too much with her, and the people looking back. — Henry Van Dyke Copy Share Image
The Bible does not profess to make men omniscient, but simply to tell them enough to make them happy and good, if they will… — Henry Van Dyke Copy Share Image
So in the heart, When, fading slowly down the past, Fond memories depart, And each that leaves it seems the last; Long after all… — Henry Van Dyke Copy Share Image
It is with rivers as it is with people: the greatest are not always the most agreeable nor the best to live with. — Henry Van Dyke Copy Share Image
A little while the rose, And after that the thorn; An hour of dewy morn, And then the glamour goes. Ah, love in beauty… — Henry Van Dyke Copy Share Image
Favorite People, Favorite Places, Favorite Memories of the past ... These are the joys of a lifetime Those are the things that last — Henry Van Dyke Copy Share Image
Religion? Yes, I know it well; I've heard its prayers and creeds, And seen men put them all to shame with poor, half-hearted deeds.… — Henry Van Dyke Copy Share Image
It is better to desire the things we have than to have the things we desire. — Henry Van Dyke Copy Share Image
Lord, when my spirit shall return to thee, At the foot of a friendly tree let my body be buried, That this dust may… — Henry Van Dyke Copy Share Image
