There were two saints in the desert, who had sewed thorns into all their clothes; and we seek for nothing but comfort!
JOHN VIANNEYHow happy is that guardian angel who accompanies a soul to Holy Mass!
More John Vianney Quotes
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How happy is that guardian angel who accompanies a soul to Holy Mass!
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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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The first thing about the angels that we ought to imitate, is their consciousness of the Presence of God.
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If only we could see the joy of our guardian angel when he sees us fighting our temptations!
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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 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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Do not try to please everybody. Try to please God, the angels, and the saints – they are your public.
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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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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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Prayer is the inner bath of love into which the soul plunges itself.
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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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A priest goes to Heaven or a priest goes to Hell with a thousand people behind.
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Our body is a vessel of corruption; it is meant for death and for the worms, nothing more! And yet we devote ourselves to satisfying it, rather than to enriching our soul, which is so great that we can conceive nothing greater – no, nothing, nothing!
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