A priest goes to Heaven or a priest goes to Hell with a thousand people behind.
JOHN VIANNEYThe saints had no hatred, no bitterness; they forgive everything and think they deserve much more for their offenses against God.
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There were two saints in the desert, who had sewed thorns into all their clothes; and we seek for nothing but comfort!
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There is nothing so great as the Eucharist. If God had something more precious, He would have given it to us.
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The Lord is more anxious to forgive our sins than a woman is to carry her baby out of a burning building.
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The man of impure speech is a person whose lips are but an opening and a supply pipe which hell uses to vomit its impurities upon the earth.
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The saints had no hatred, no bitterness; they forgive everything and think they deserve much more for their offenses against God.
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Oh, how I like those little mortifications that are seen by nobody, such as rising a quarter of an hour sooner, rising for a little while in the night to pray!
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All that we do without offering it to God is wasted.
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I thought a time would come when people would rout me out of Ars with sticks, when the Bishop would suspend me, and I should end my days in prison. I see, however, that I am not worthy of such a grace.
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Prayer is the inner bath of love into which the soul plunges itself.
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The pure soul is a beautiful rose, and the Three Divine Persons descend from Heaven to inhale its fragrance.
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On this path, it is only the first step that counts.
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The virtue of obedience makes the will supple… It inspires the courage with which to fulfill the most difficult tasks.
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To serve the Queen of Heaven is already to reign there, and to live under her commands is more than to govern.
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Do not try to please everybody. Try to please God, the angels, and the saints – they are your public.
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Shall we all be saved? Shall we go to Heaven? Alas, my children, we do not know at all! But I tremble when I see so many souls lost these days. See, they fall into Hell as leaves fall from the trees at the approach of winter.
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