The soul is the effect and instrument of a political anatomy; the soul is the prison of the body.
MICHEL FOUCAULTI 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.
More Michel Foucault Quotes
-
-
This knowledge, so inaccessible, so formidable, the Fool, in his innocent idiocy, already possesses.
MICHEL FOUCAULT -
From a Christian point of view, human reason is madness compared to the reason of God, but divine reason appears as madness to human reason.
MICHEL FOUCAULT -
Everything is dangerous, nothing is innocent.
MICHEL FOUCAULT -
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.
MICHEL FOUCAULT -
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.
MICHEL FOUCAULT -
We must not think that by saying yes to sex, one says no to power.
MICHEL FOUCAULT -
Visibility is a trap.
MICHEL FOUCAULT -
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.
MICHEL FOUCAULT -
The court is the bureaucracy of the law. If you bureaucratize popular justice then you give it the form of a court.
MICHEL FOUCAULT -
The individual is the product of power.
MICHEL FOUCAULT -
There is no glory in punishing.
MICHEL FOUCAULT -
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.
MICHEL FOUCAULT -
The ‘Enlightenment, which discovered the liberties, also invented the disciplines.
MICHEL FOUCAULT -
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.
MICHEL FOUCAULT -
As the archeology of our thought easily shows, man is an invention of recent date. And one perhaps nearing its end.
MICHEL FOUCAULT






