In the name of God, Monsieur, let us have greater confidence in Him than we do; let us … - Vincent de Paul

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Little less than a promise, and a little more than a chance.

Vincent de Paul

In the name of God, Monsieur, let us have greater confidence in Him than we do; let us allow Him to steer our little bark; if it is useful and pleasing to Him, He will save it from shipwreck.

Bark, Faith, Littles, Name, Names, Pleasing

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Be acted upon rather than active. In this way, God will do through you alone what all men put together could not do without Him.

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Indeed, good is not good if one does not suffer in doing it.

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Rarely is any good done without difficulty; the devil is too subtle and the world too corrupt not to attempt to nip such a good work in the bud

Attempt, Bud, Devil, Faith, Rarely, World

God always gives a great blessing to humble beginnings than to those that start with the chiming of bells.

Beginnings, Blessing, Chiming, Giving, Humble

Noise makes no good, good makes no noise.

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