He has lost his property, and he is ruined.

The _man_ ruined! When shall we learn that 'a man's life consisteth not in the abundance of the things which he possesseth ?'" "How is it possible," asks an ancient philosopher, "that a man who has nothing, who is naked, houseless, without a hearth, squalid, without a slave, without a city, can pass a life that flows easily?
See, God has sent you a man to show you that it is possible.

Look at me who am without a city, without a house, without possessions, without a slave; I sleep on the ground; I have no wife, no children, no praetorium, but only the earth and heavens, and one poor cloak.

And what do I want?
Am I not without sorrow?
Am I not without fear?
Am I not free?
When did any of you see me failing in the object of my desire?
or even falling into that which I would avoid?
Did I ever blame God or man?
Did I ever accuse any man?
Did any of you ever see me with a sorrowful countenance ?" "You are a plebeian," said a patrician to Cicero.

"I am a plebeian," replied the great Roman orator; "the nobility of my family begins with me, that of yours will end with you." No man deserves to be crowned with honor whose life is a failure, and he who lives only to eat and drink and accumulate money is surely not successful.