Do not try to please everybody. Try to please God, the angels, and the saints – they are your public.
JOHN VIANNEYI 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.
More John Vianney Quotes
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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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It is always springtime in the heart that loves God.
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God commands you to pray, but forbids you to worry.
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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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If you find it impossible to pray, hide behind your good Angel and charge him to pray in your stead.
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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 saints had no hatred, no bitterness; they forgive everything and think they deserve much more for their offenses against God.
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How happy is that guardian angel who accompanies a soul to Holy Mass!
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If you invoke the Blessed Virgin when you are tempted, she will come at once to your help, and Satan will leave you.
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There is nothing so great as the Eucharist. If God had something more precious, He would have given it to us.
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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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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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Almighty God sends no trial without consolation.
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You either belong wholly to the world or wholly to God.
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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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