The pure soul is a beautiful rose, and the Three Divine Persons descend from Heaven to inhale its fragrance. — John Vianney Copy Share Image
Only after the Last Judgment will Mary get any rest; from now until then, she is much too busy with her children. — John Vianney Copy Share Image
To serve the Queen of Heaven is already to reign there, and to live under her commands is more than to govern. — John Vianney Copy Share Image
The man of impure speech is a person whose lips are but an opening and a supply pipe which hell uses to… — John Vianney Copy Share Image
If people would do for God what they do for the world, what a great number of Christians would go to Heaven. — John Vianney Copy Share Image
A pure soul is like a fine pearl. As long as it is hidden in the shell, at the bottom of the… — John Vianney Copy Share Image
Our Guardian Angels are our most faithful friends, because they are with us day and night, always and everywhere. We ought often to invoke… — John Vianney Copy Share Image
Envy, my children, follows pride; whoever is envious is proud. See, envy comes to us from Hell; the devils having sinned through pride, sinned… — John Vianney Copy Share Image
The pure soul is a beautiful rose, and the Three Divine Persons descend from Heaven to inhale its fragrance. — John Vianney Copy Share Image
Private prayer is like straw scattered here and there: If you set it on fire it makes a lot of little flames. But gather… — John Vianney Copy Share Image
Others will give away large alms in order to be considered charitable people. Should they not give these out of their own wages, which… — John Vianney Copy Share Image
Only after the Last Judgment will Mary get any rest; from now until then, she is much too busy with her children. — John Vianney Copy Share Image
We put pride into everything like salt. We like to see that our good works are known. If our virtues are seen, we are… — John Vianney Copy Share Image
I thought a time would come when people would rout me out of Ars with sticks, when the Bishop would suspend me, and I… — John Vianney Copy Share Image
