Sin is the assassin of the soul.
JOHN VIANNEYOn this path, it is only the first step that counts.
More John Vianney Quotes
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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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The pure soul is a beautiful rose, and the Three Divine Persons descend from Heaven to inhale its fragrance.
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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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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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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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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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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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God commands you to pray, but forbids you to worry.
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You either belong wholly to the world or wholly to God.
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How happy is that guardian angel who accompanies a soul to Holy Mass!
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Almighty God sends no trial without consolation.
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Have you been working on Sunday? Have you been buying or selling without necessity in the course of this holy day? Give to the poor some alms which will exceed the profit you have made.
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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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If you are attached to the things of this earth, you should give alms sufficient to enable you to punish your avarice by depriving yourself of all that is not absolutely necessary for life.
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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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