God is merciful and just…
God is merciful and just. He is merciful to those who want to take advantage of His kindness, but He is also rigorously just with those who do not wish to avail themselves of His Mercy.
–Saint John Bosco (1815-1888)
God is merciful and just. He is merciful to those who want to take advantage of His kindness, but He is also rigorously just with those who do not wish to avail themselves of His Mercy.
–Saint John Bosco (1815-1888)
Let us work so that we can be happy in time, but let us never forget the sublime end of man, which is to be happy forever in a blessed eternity.
–Saint John Bosco (1815-1888)
Growth is the only evidence of life.
–Blessed John Henry Newman (1801-1890)
We are gluttonous, my children, when we take food in excess, more than is required for the support of our poor body; when we drink beyond what is necessary, so as even to lose our senses and our reason. . . . Oh, how shameful is this vice! How it degrades us! See, it puts us below the brutes: the animals never drink more than to satisfy their thirst: they content themselves with eating enough; and we, when we have satisfied our appetite, when our body can bear no more, we still have recourse to all sorts of little delicacies; we take wine and liquors to repletion! Is it not pitiful?
–Saint John Vianney (1786-1859)
Avarice is an inordinate love of the goods of this world. Yes, my children, it is an ill-regulated love, a fatal love, which makes us forget the good God, prayer, the Sacraments, that we may love the goods of this world–gold and silver and lands. The avaricious man is like a pig, which seeks its food in the mud, without caring where it comes from. Stooping towards the earth, he thinks of nothing but the earth; he no longer looks towards Heaven, his happiness is no longer there.
–Saint John Vianney (1786-1859)
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.
–Saint John Vianney (1786-1859)