...single power of the soul, which remains unalterably i"i^!™)uiiyf *-he same, perhaps for one moment. The mind is a kind of theatre, where several perceptions successively make their appearance ; pass, repass, glide away, and mingle in an infinite variety of postures and situations. There is...

...certain there is no such principle in me. But setting aside some metaphysicians of this kind, I may venture to affirm of the rest of mankind, that they...several perceptions successively make their appearance ; pass, repass, glide away, and mingle iu an infinite variety of postures and situations. There is...

...is there any single power of the soul, which remains unalterably the same, perhaps for one moment. The mind is a kind of theatre, where several perceptions successively make their appearance ; pass, re-pass, glide away, and mingle in an infinite variety of postures and situations. There is...

...catch myself at any time without a perception, and never can observe anything but the perception. . . . The mind is a kind of theatre, where several perceptions successively make their appearance ; pass, re-pass, glide away, and mingle in an infinite variety of postures and situations. There is...

...catch myself at any time without a perception, and never can observe anything but the perception. . . . The mind is a kind of theatre, where several perceptions successively make their appearance ; pass, re-pass, glide away, and mingle in an infinite variety of postures and situations. There is...

...is there any single power of the soul, which remains unalterably the same, perhaps for one moment. The mind is a kind of theatre, where several perceptions successively make their appearance ; pass, re-pass, glide away, and mingle in an infinite variety of postures and situations. There is...

...catch myself at any time without a perception, and never can observe anything but the perception. . . . The mind is a kind of theatre, where several perceptions successively make their appearance ; pass, re-pass, glide away, and mingle in an infinite variety of postures and situations. There is...

...Nature in which he affects to prove that of self we have no " real idea ". " The mind," he says, " is a kind of theatre, where several perceptions successively make their appearance ; pass, re-pass, glide away, and mingle in an infinite variety of postures and situations. There is...

...that they are nothing but a bundle or collection of different perceptions, which succeed one another with an inconceivable rapidity, and are in a perpetual...several perceptions successively make their appearance, pass, repass, glide away, and mingle in an infinite, variety of postures and situations. There is properly...

...is there any single power of the soul which remains unalterably the same, perhaps, for one moment. The mind is a kind of theatre, where several perceptions successively make their appearance ; pass, repass, glide away, mingle in an infinite variety of postures and situations. There is properly...