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.
JOHN VIANNEYWhen we have been to Holy Communion, the balm of love envelops the soul as the flower envelops the bee.
More John Vianney Quotes
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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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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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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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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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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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All that we do without offering it to God is wasted.
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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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It is always springtime in the heart that loves 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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Upon receiving Holy Communion, the Adorable Blood of Jesus Christ really flows in our veins and His Flesh is really blended with ours.
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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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Do not try to please everybody. Try to please God, the angels, and the saints – they are your public.
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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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The Devil writes down our sins – our Guardian Angel all our merits. Labor that the Guardian Angel’s book may be full, and the Devil’s empty.
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