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Prayer is the inner bath of love into which the soul plunges itself.

John Vianney

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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Books Devil Empty Sin Writing
The pure soul is a beautiful rose, and the Three Divine Persons descend from Heaven to inhale its fragrance.
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Beautiful Fragrance Purity Soul
How sweet it is to die if one has lived on the Cross!
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Death Live Religious Sweet
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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Angel Faith Friendship Night
How happy is that guardian angel who accompanies a soul to Holy Mass!
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Accompany Angel Happiness Holy
God commands you to pray, but forbids you to worry.
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Command God Prayer Worry Yourself
On this path, it is only the first step that counts.
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Count Path Step
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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Clothes Comfortable Desert
You either belong wholly to the world or wholly to God.
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Choice God World Yourself
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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God Heart Help Love Purity Simplicity
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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Earth Hell Impurity Man Person
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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Blessing Fragrance Hands Herself Prayer Touch
Oh, 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!
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Myself Night Prayer Rise See
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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Children Fall Heaven Hell Myself Save Tree Tremble Winter
A priest goes to Heaven or a priest goes to Hell with a thousand people behind.
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Heaven People Priest
All that we do without offering it to God is wasted.
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God Offering Religious Waste

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