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“From whence it happens, that they which trust to books, do as they that cast up many little sums into a greater, without considering whether those little sums were rightly cast up or not; and at last finding the error visible, and not mistrusting their first grounds, know not which way to clear themselves; but spend time in fluttering over their books, as birds that entering by the chimney, and finding themselves enclosed in a chamber, flutter at the false light of a glass window, for want of wit to consider which way they came in.”

Quote by Thomas Hobbes

Book:The Ethics of Hobbes: As Contained in Selections from His Works

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The Ethics of Hobbes: As Contained in Selections from His Works

The Ethics of Hobbes: As Contained in Selections from His Works is a scholarly compilation that delves into the ethical philosophy of Thomas Hobbes. It includes extracts from his seminal works, providing insight into his views on the nature of man, the origin of political power, and the establishment of social order. The selections aim to illuminate Hobbes' contributions to political philosophy and his influence on modern political thought. more

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Thomas Hobbes, a British philosopher, politician, historian, economist, and writer, was born on April 5, 1588, in Wiltshire, and died on December 4, 1679, in Oxford, England. Hobbes is considered one of the most important philosophers of the 17th century, known for his profound analysis of the state, society, and human behavior. more

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