A Quote by Michel de Montaigne

The souls of emperors and cobblers are cast in the same mould — © Michel de Montaigne
The souls of emperors and cobblers are cast in the same mould
The souls of emperors and cobblers are cast in the same mold...The same reason that makes us wrangle with a neighbor creates a war betwixt princes.
Nature has cast but two men in the mould of statesmen,--myself and Mirabeau. After that she broke the mould.
If every one were cast in the same mould, there would be no such thing as beauty.
Every man must, in a measure, be alone in the world. No heart was ever cast in the same mould as that which we bear within us.
If you know your being, there is no question of becoming. All that you could have ever imagined to become you already are. You are gods who have forgotten who they are. You are emperors who have fallen asleep and are dreaming that they have become beggars. Now beggars are trying to become emperors, in dreams they are making great efforts to become emperors, and all that is needed is to wake up!" Osho
From kings to cobblers 'tis the same; Bad servants wound their masters' fame.
If you are cast in a different mould to the majority, it is no merit of yours: Nature did it.
Arts and sciences are not cast in a mould, but are found and perfected by degrees, by often handling and polishing.
Look on this cast, and know the hand That bore a nation in its hold; From this mute witness understand What Lincoln was - how large of mould.
Lessons taught but never learned, all around us anger burns. Guide the future by the past. Long ago the mould was cast.
Happiness and depression cannot blossom on the same vine. Some people affirm their woes and beg for sympathy. Others, unfortunately, cast gloom wherever they go. These poor souls were born sick and tired.
When a beautiful soul harmonizes with a beautiful form, and the two are cast in one mould, that will be the fairest of sights to him who has the eye to contemplate the vision.
It has always been my practice to cast a long paragraph in a single mould, to try it by my ear, to deposit it in my memory, but to suspend the action of the pen till I had given the last polish to my work.
Prayerless souls are Christless souls, Christless souls are Graceless souls and Graceless souls shall soon be damned souls. See your peril, you that neglect altogether the blessed privilege of prayer! You are in the bonds of iniquity, you are in the gall of bitterness. God deliver you, for Hisname's sake!
Such was the unhappy condition of the Roman emperors, that, whatever might be their conduct, their fate was commonly the same. A life of pleasure or virtue, of severity or mildness, of indolence or glory, alike led to an untimely grave; and almost every reign is closed by the same disgusting repetition of treason and murder.
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