Who is David Hume

David Hume (; born David Home; 7 May 1711 NS (26 April 1711 OS) – 25 August 1776) was a Scottish Enlightenment philosopher, historian, economist, librarian and essayist, who is best known today for his highly influential system of philosophical empiricism, scepticism, and naturalism. Beginning with A Treatise of Human Nature (1739–40), Hume strove to create a naturalistic science of man that examined the psychological basis of human nature. Hume argued against the existence of innate ideas, positing that all human knowledge derives solely from experience. This places him with Francis Bacon, Thomas Hobbes, John Locke, and George Berkeley as an Empiricist.Hume argued that inductive reasoning and belief in causality cannot be justified rationally; instead, they result from custom and ment...
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Strangerous10: jane hume tells sky news that labor’s skills migrant program helping fill skills shortages in australia is “haphazard” & will hinder economic growth when asked what she would do: “that’s up to the government” classic hume.
Livelong1953: as has been stated many times before: the dup mindset is that 'reason is and always ought to be a slave to the passions." (david hume). the dup always insistent that reason must be subjugated and enslaved to its perennially masterful instincts and passions.
Cmcateer3: "a wise man proportions his beliefs to the evidence" david hume, 1711-1776
Packharlow: david hume forgot to mention that the laws of nature can only be suspended against my favor god made me just to laugh at me!!!!!
Isaacliuyc: david hume be mad capping in his "enquiry concerning the principles of morals" where he argues against egoism. i believe everyone is egoistic in nature.
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Ballade Of The Midnight Forest
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Still sing the mocking fairies, as of old,
Beneath the shade of thorn and holly-tree;
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And wolves still dread Diana roaming free
In secret woodland with her company.
'Tis thought the peasants' hovels know her rite
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