A priest goes to Heaven or a priest goes to Hell with a thousand people behind.
JOHN VIANNEYOh, 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!
More John Vianney Quotes
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God commands you to pray, but forbids you to worry.
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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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It is always springtime in the heart that loves God.
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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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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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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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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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Almighty God sends no trial without consolation.
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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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How sweet it is to die if one has lived on the Cross!
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You either belong wholly to the world or wholly to God.
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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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Christian wife! Follow in the footsteps of the ideal of all womanhood, the Blessed Mother of God; in joy and in sorrow, she will be your advocate at the throne of her Son.
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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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