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The Philosophy of Instinct and Reason . By J . STBVENSON BUSHNAN , M . D . ,
P . L . S . Edinburgh , A . and C . Black ; London , Longman and Co . We cannot
but congratulate the literary and scientific public on the addition to their stores of ...
The Philosophy of Instinct and Reason . By J . STBVENSON BUSHNAN , M . D . ,
P . L . S . Edinburgh , A . and C . Black ; London , Longman and Co . We cannot
but congratulate the literary and scientific public on the addition to their stores of ...
Сторінка 86
We conclude , therefore , that , while some of the actions of the inferior tribes of
animals are instinctive , others spring from reason ; and again , that , while some
of the actions of man are the result of reason , others spring from instinct , - - the ...
We conclude , therefore , that , while some of the actions of the inferior tribes of
animals are instinctive , others spring from reason ; and again , that , while some
of the actions of man are the result of reason , others spring from instinct , - - the ...
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It is perhaps the dream of a visionary to suppose that the world is soon to reach
such a state of dispassionate enlightenment that reason and justice may be
called to decide all national questions instead of the sword . We certainly have
not yet ...
It is perhaps the dream of a visionary to suppose that the world is soon to reach
such a state of dispassionate enlightenment that reason and justice may be
called to decide all national questions instead of the sword . We certainly have
not yet ...
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But if we examine the two faculties of the mind , imagination and reason , to
which poetry and philosophy have been distinctively assigned , we shall see the
connexion still more clearly . Indeed the examination will show us more ; for it will
...
But if we examine the two faculties of the mind , imagination and reason , to
which poetry and philosophy have been distinctively assigned , we shall see the
connexion still more clearly . Indeed the examination will show us more ; for it will
...
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On the whole , indeed , it seems , though perhaps logically correct , yet a very
unphilosophical distinction thus to separate imagination and reason . They are
united in their operations , or , at least , it is only when united that they lead us to
any ...
On the whole , indeed , it seems , though perhaps logically correct , yet a very
unphilosophical distinction thus to separate imagination and reason . They are
united in their operations , or , at least , it is only when united that they lead us to
any ...
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