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We measure success by accumulation. The measure is false. The true measure is appreciation. He who loves most has most.

Henry Van Dyke

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Henry Van Dyke
Age: 80 †
Born: 1852
Born: November 10
Died: 1933
Died: April 10
Diplomat
Poet
Writer
Germantown
Philadelphia
Accumulation
Appreciation
Measure
False
Loves
Success
True

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