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!
JOHN VIANNEYThere were two saints in the desert, who had sewed thorns into all their clothes; and we seek for nothing but comfort!
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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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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Understand this clearly: if you know how to give, you must know how to pay back. . .
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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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On this path, it is only the first step that counts.
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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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A priest goes to Heaven or a priest goes to Hell with a thousand people behind.
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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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Almighty God sends no trial without consolation.
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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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Only after the Last Judgment will Mary get any rest; from now until then, she is much too busy with her children.
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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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Sin is the assassin of the soul.
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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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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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