Justice must always question itself, just as society can exist only by means of the work it does on itself and on its institutions.
MICHEL FOUCAULTModern 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.
More Michel Foucault Quotes
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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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What desire can be contrary to nature since it was given to man by nature itself?
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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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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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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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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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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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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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Schools serve the same social functions as prisons and mental institutions- to define, classify, control, and regulate people.
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We are entering the age of infinite examination and of compulsory objectification.
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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 ask who I am and do not ask me to remain the same.
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It is meaningless to speak in the name of – or against – Reason, Truth, or Knowledge.
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Life itself was only futility, vain words, a squabble of cap and bells.
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Death left its old tragic heaven and became the lyrical core of man: his invisible truth, his visible secret.
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