Date: 1748, 1777
"It [the imagination] can feign a train of events, with all the appearance of reality, ascribe to them a particular time and place, conceive them as existent, and paint them out to itself with every circumstance, that belongs to any historical fact, which it believes with the greatest certainty."
preview | full record— Hume, David (1711-1776)
Date: 1748, 1777
"This impression of my senses immediately conveys my thought to the person, together with all the surrounding objects. I paint them out to myself as existing at present, with the same qualities and relations, of which I formerly knew them possessed."
preview | full record— Hume, David (1711-1776)
Date: 1748, 1777
"Our mental vision or conception of ideas is nothing but a revelation made to us by our Maker."
preview | full record— Hume, David (1711-1776)
Date: 1748, 1777
"Inference and reasoning concerning the operations of nature would, from that moment, be at an end; and the memory and senses remain the only canals, by which the knowledge of any real existence could possibly have access to the mind."
preview | full record— Hume, David (1711-1776)
Date: 1748, 1777
"They know, that a human body is a mighty complicated machine: That many secret powers lurk in it, which are altogether beyond our comprehension: That to us it must often appear very uncertain in its operations: And that therefore the irregular events, which outwardly discover themselves, can be ...
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Date: 1747-8
"Lovelace, tell me, if thou canst, what sort of sign must thou hang out, wert thou obliged to give us a clear idea by it of the furniture of thy mind?"
preview | full record— Richardson, Samuel (bap. 1689, d. 1761)
Date: 1747-8
"The window was open. Away the troublesome bosom-visiter [Conscience], the intruder, is flown."
preview | full record— Richardson, Samuel (bap. 1689, d. 1761)
Date: 1748
"My bosom had been hitherto a stranger to such a flood of joy as now rushed upon it: My faculties were overborn by the tide"
preview | full record— Smollett, Tobias (1721-1777)
Date: 1748
"This observation, delivered with a profound sigh, made my heart throb with violence; a crowd of confused ideas rushed upon my imagination, which, while I endeavoured to unravel, my uncle perceived my absence of thought, and tapping me on the shoulder, said, "Oons! are you asleep, Rory!""
preview | full record— Smollett, Tobias (1721-1777)
Date: 1748
"This first tumult subsiding, a crowd of flattering ideas rushed upon my imagination"
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