Well, I'm about as tall as a shotgun, and just as noisy.

Labeled a delinquent. That's the only kind of label I want to be crucified under.

... the scourge of God sent to men as a punishment for their sins.

He is this sort of man: so intent upon enlightening those eager for knowledge that he forgets to eat, and so happy in doing so that he forgets his sorrows, and does not realize that old age is creeping up on him.