There is nothing so great as the Eucharist. If God had something more precious, He would have given it to us.
JOHN VIANNEYDo not try to please everybody. Try to please God, the angels, and the saints – they are your public.
More John Vianney Quotes
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Upon receiving Holy Communion, the Adorable Blood of Jesus Christ really flows in our veins and His Flesh is really blended with ours.
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A priest goes to Heaven or a priest goes to Hell with a thousand people behind.
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How sweet it is to die if one has lived on the Cross!
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God commands you to pray, but forbids you to worry.
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Humility is like a pair of scales: the lower one side falls, the higher rises the other. Let us humble ourselves like the Blessed Virgin and we shall be exalted.
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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 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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We ought to ask the Blessed Virgin, the angels, and the saints to pray for us that we may receive the good God as worthily as it is possible for us to receive him.
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It is always springtime in the heart that loves God.
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Our Guardian Angels are our most faithful friends, because they are with us day and night, always and everywhere. We ought often to invoke them.
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Prayer is the inner bath of love into which the soul plunges itself.
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When our hands have touched spices, they give fragrance to all they handle. Let us make our prayers pass through the hands of the Blessed Virgin. She will make them fragrant.
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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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If people would do for God what they do for the world, what a great number of Christians would go to Heaven.
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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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