This knowledge, so inaccessible, so formidable, the Fool, in his innocent idiocy, already possesses.
MICHEL FOUCAULTIt is meaningless to speak in the name of – or against – Reason, Truth, or Knowledge.
More Michel Foucault Quotes
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Nature, 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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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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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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What desire can be contrary to nature since it was given to man by nature itself?
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Knowledge is not for knowing, knowledge is for cutting.
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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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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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The ‘Enlightenment, which discovered the liberties, also invented the disciplines.
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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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Everything is dangerous, nothing is innocent.
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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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As the archeology of our thought easily shows, man is an invention of recent date. And one perhaps nearing its end.
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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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The game is worthwhile in so far as we don’t know what will be the end.
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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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