There is nothing so great as the Eucharist. If God had something more precious, He would have given it to us.
JOHN VIANNEYOn this path, it is only the first step that counts.
More John Vianney Quotes
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All that we do without offering it to God is wasted.
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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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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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If you find it impossible to pray, hide behind your good Angel and charge him to pray in your stead.
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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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See, my children, a person who is in a state of sin is always sad. Whatever he does, he is weary and disgusted with every thing; while he who is at peace with God is always happy, always joyous. . . Oh, beautiful life! Oh, beautiful death!
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When we have been to Holy Communion, the balm of love envelops the soul as the flower envelops the bee.
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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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The first thing about the angels that we ought to imitate, is their consciousness of the Presence of God.
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We ought to run after crosses as the miser runs after money. . . Nothing but crosses will reassure us at the Day of Judgment When that day shall come, we shall be happy in our misfortunes, proud of our humiliations, and rich in our sacrifices!
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How happy is that guardian angel who accompanies a soul to Holy Mass!
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When the heart is pure and simple it cannot help loving, because it has discovered the source of love which is God.
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Sin is the assassin of the soul.
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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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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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