Nature, keeping only useless secrets, had placed within reach and insight of human beings the things it was necessary for them to know.
MICHEL FOUCAULTNature, keeping only useless secrets, had placed within reach and insight of human beings the things it was necessary for them to know.
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The soul is the effect and instrument of a political anatomy; the soul is the prison of the body.
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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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People know what they do; frequently they know why they do what they do, but what they don’t know is what they do does.
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Everything is dangerous, nothing is innocent.
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The language of psychiatry is a monologue of reason about madness.
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I’m not making a problem out of a personal question; I make of a personal question an absence of a problem.
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Government is the right disposition of things.
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Modern man is not the man who goes off to discover himself, his secrets, and his hidden truth; he is a man who tries to invest himself.
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I don’t write a book so that it will be the final word; I write a book so that other books are possible, not necessarily written by me.
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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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We are entering the age of infinite examination and of compulsory objectification.
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It is meaningless to speak in the name of – or against – Reason, Truth, or Knowledge.
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Do not ask who I am and do not ask me to remain the same.
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Do not ask who I am and do not ask me to remain the same. More than one person, doubtless like me, writes in order to have no face.
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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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