A Quote by Marcus Tullius Cicero

O wretched man, wretched not just because of what you are, but also because you do not know how wretched you are! — © Marcus Tullius Cicero
O wretched man, wretched not just because of what you are, but also because you do not know how wretched you are!
Man's greatness is great in that he knows himself wretched. A tree does not know itself wretched. It is then being wretched to know oneself wretched; but it is being great to know that one is wretched.
The greatness of man is great in that he knows himself to be wretched. A tree does not know itself to be wretched.
One has followed the other in an endless circle, for it is certain that as man's insight increases so he finds both wretchedness and greatness within himself. In a word man knows he is wretched. Thus he is wretched because he is so, but he is truly great because he knows it.
A wretched woman is more unfortunate than a wretched man.
A man's heart is a wretched, wretched thing. It isn't like a mother's womb. It won't bleed. It won't stretch to make room for you.
The condition of all who are preoccupied is wretched, but most wretched is the condition of those who labor at preoccupations that are not even their own, who regulate their sleep by that of another, their walk by the pace of another, who are under orders in case of the freest things in the world-loving and hating. If these wish to know how short their life is, let them reflect how small a part of it is their own.
If a lover is wretched who invokes kisses of which he knows not the flavor, a thousand times more wretched is he who has had a taste of the flavor and then had it denied him.
O, how wretched is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors.
I know myself a Man-- Which is a proud and yet a wretched thing.
Depend upon it, you are just the sort of girl a man would be glad to have for his sister! You don't even know how to swoon, and I daresay if you tried you would make wretched work of it, for all you have is common sense, and of what use is that, pray?
When I see the blind and wretched state of men, when I survey the whole universe in its deadness, and man left to himself with no light, as though lost in this corner of the universe without knowing who put him there, what he has to do, or what will become of him when he dies, incapable of knowing anything, I am moved to terror, like a man transported in his sleep to some terrifying desert island, who wakes up quite lost, with no means of escape. Then I marvel that so wretched a state does not drive people to despair.
Few consider how much we are indebted to government, because few can represent how wretched mankind would be without it.
O foolish anxiety of wretched man, how inconclusive are the arguments which make thee beat thy wings below!
It makes me so desperately sad to witness just how unforgivably wretched our world has become.
...nothing is so entirely admirable as a man bravely wretched.
I believe that man to be wretched whom none can please.
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