Joseph Butler's Quote - The sum of the whole is plainly this: The nature of man considered

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The sum of the whole is plainly this: The nature of man considered

The sum of the whole is plainly this: The nature of man considered in his single capacity, and with respect only to the present world, is adapted and leads him to attain the greatest happiness he can for himself in the present world. – Joseph Butler

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Every man hath a general desire of his own happiness and likewise a variety of particular affections, passions, and appetites to particular external objects. – Joseph Butler

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Happiness does not consist in self-love. – Joseph Butler

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Happiness or satisfaction consists only in the enjoyment of those objects which are by nature suited to our several particular appetites, passions, and affections. – Joseph Butler

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