Quote by Blaise Pascal

To make a man a saint, it must indeed be by grace; and whoever doubts this does not know what a saint is, or a man.

To make a man a saint, it must indeed be by grace; and whoev

Summary

This quote suggests that becoming a saint requires divine grace. The phrase emphasizes that anyone who questions this fundamental truth lacks understanding of the nature of a saint or a human being. It highlights the belief that saintliness is not merely achieved through human efforts or virtues, but is an act enabled by grace from a higher power.

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Faith Inspirational Religious

By Blaise Pascal

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