Martin Luther (1483-1546). Exile, excommunicate, scholar, student, Pastor, catechetizer, and German Reformer. |
You are pious and honest people, who cannot do anything but calumniate and lie.
From On the Councils and the Church, pg. 132 of Luther's Works, Vol. 41
We leave you to your own devices, for nothing properly suits you except hypocrisy, flattery, and lies.
From Against Latomus, pg. 143 of Luther's Works, Vol. 32
You reek of nothing but Lucian, and you breathe out on me the vast drunken folly of Epicurus.
From The Bondage of the Will, pg. 29 of Luther's Works, Vol. 33
You completely close your mind and do nothing but shout, "Anathema, anathema, anathema!" so that by your own voice you are judged mad.
From Against Latomus, pg. 152 of Luther's Works, Vol. 32
Are you ignorant of what it means to be ignorant?
From The Bondage of the Will, pg. 254 of Luther's Works, Vol. 33
You are the white devil and a glittering Satan.
From On the Councils and the Church, pg. 124 of Luther's Works, Vol. 41
You cowardly slave, you corrupt sycophant, with your sickening advice!
From Against Latomus, pg. 147 of Luther's Works, Vol. 32
What bilgewater of heresies has ever been spoken so heretically as what you have said?
From Explanations of the Ninety-Five Theses, pg. 184 of Luther's Works, Vol. 31
You pant after the garlic and melons of Egypt and have already long suffered from perverted tastes.
From Against Latomus, pg. 223 of Luther's Works, Vol. 32
You are dumber than Seriphian frogs and fishes.
From The Bondage of the Will, pg. 77 of Luther's Works, Vol. 33
You rush forward as an ass under the pelt of a lion.
From Against Latomus, pg. 159 of Luther's Works, Vol. 32
Listen, you ass, you are a particularly crass ass, indeed, you are a filthy sow!
From On the Councils and the Church, pg. 72 of Luther's Works, Vol. 41
Every letter of yours breathes Moabitish pride. So much can a single bull inflate a single bubble that you practically make distinguished asses into gods.
From Against Latomus, pg. 150 of Luther's Works, Vol. 32
You people are more stupid than a block of wood.
From Against Latomus, pg. 242 of Luther's Works, Vol. 32
You do nothing with all your profusion of words but fight a fire with dry straw.
From The Bondage of the Will, pg. 236 of Luther's Works, Vol. 33
Perhaps you want me to die of unrelieved boredom while you keep on talking.
From The Bondage of the Will, pg. 244 of Luther's Works, Vol. 33
You arsonists, enemies of languages and truth!
From Against Latomus, pg. 205 of Luther's Works, Vol. 32
What you say is a blasphemy that has made you worthy of a thousand deaths.
From Explanations of the Ninety-Five Theses, pg. 154 of Luther's Works, Vol. 31
You are the prostitute of heretics!
From Explanations of the Ninety-Five Theses, pg. 185 of Luther's Works, Vol. 31For more Lutheran insults, see:
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