In civilizations without ships, dreams dry up, espionage takes the place of adventure and the police take the place of corsairs.
MICHEL FOUCAULTDeath left its old tragic heaven and became the lyrical core of man: his invisible truth, his visible secret.
More Michel Foucault Quotes
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I don’t feel that it is necessary to know exactly what I am. The main interest in life and work is to become someone else that you were not in the beginning.
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I’m no prophet. My job is making windows where there were once walls.
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There is no glory in punishing.
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With humanity, life has ended up with a living creature that never quite finds itself in the right place, a living creature destined to wander and endlessly make mistakes.
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This knowledge, so inaccessible, so formidable, the Fool, in his innocent idiocy, already possesses.
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Death as the destruction of all things no longer had meaning when life was revealed to be a fatuous sequence of empty words, the hollow jingle of a jester’s cap and bells.
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Maybe the target nowadays is not to discover what we are but to refuse what we are.
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Do not think that one has to be sad in order to be militant, even though the thing one is fighting is abominable.
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Life itself was only futility, vain words, a squabble of cap and bells.
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The court is the bureaucracy of the law. If you bureaucratize popular justice then you give it the form of a court.
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Madness is the false punishment of a false solution, but by its own virtue, it brings to light the real problem, which can then be truly resolved.
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We are entering the age of infinite examination and of compulsory objectification.
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Schools serve the same social functions as prisons and mental institutions- to define, classify, control, and regulate people.
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Islam, in the year 1978, was not the opium of the people precisely because it was the spirit of a world without spirit.
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The language of psychiatry is a monologue of reason about madness.
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