Man is made of dirt—I saw him made. I am not made of dirt. Man is a museum of diseases, a home of impurities; he comes to-day and is gone to-morrow; he begins as dirt and departs as stench; I am of the aristocracy of the Imperishables. And man has the Moral Sense.
 Mark Twain, The Mysterious Stranger (1916). copy citation

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Author Mark Twain
Source The Mysterious Stranger
Topic aristocracy dirt
Date 1916
Language English
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““What is the difference between Caesar and this?” I said, “One cannot compare things which by their nature and by the interval between them are not comparable.” “You have answered your own question,” he said. “I will expand it. Man is made of dirt—I saw him made. I am not made of dirt. Man is a museum of diseases, a home of impurities; he comes to-day and is gone to-morrow; he begins as dirt and departs as stench; I am of the aristocracy of the Imperishables. And man has the Moral Sense. You understand? He has the moral Sense. That would seem to be difference enough between us, all by itself.” He stopped there, as if that settled the matter. I was sorry, for at that time I had but a dim idea of what the Moral Sense was.” source