The language of psychiatry, which is a monologue by reason about madness, could only have come into existence in such a silence. — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
Unreason is in the same relation to reason as dazzlement to the brightness of daylight itself. — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
It is meaningless to speak in the name of - or against - Reason, Truth, or Knowledge. — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
Where can an interrogation lead us which does not follow reason in its horizontal course, but seeks to retrace in time that… — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
If repression has indeed been the fundamental link between power, knowledge, and sexuality since the classical age, it stands to reason that… — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
And now, if we try to assign a value, in and of itself, outside its relations to the dream and with error,… — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
The constitution of madness as a mental illness, at the end of the eighteenth century, affords the evidence of a broken dialogue,… — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
[T]hus one should not think that desire is repressed, for the simple reason that the law is what constitutes both desire and… — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
Matthey, a Geneva physician very close to Rousseau's influence, formulates the prospect for all men of reason: 'Do not glory in your… — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
In the Renaissance, madness was present everywhere and mingled with every experience by its images or its dangers. During the classical period,… — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
One should try to locate power at the extreme of its exercise, where it is always less legal in character. — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
The book is not simply the object that one holds in one's hands, and it cannot remain within the little parallelpiped that contains it:… — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
“But a punishment like forced labour or even imprisonment – mere loss of liberty – has never functioned without a certain additional element of… — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
Death left its old tragic heaven and became the lyrical core of man: his invisible truth, his visible secret. — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
I'm no prophet. My job is making windows where there were once walls. — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
Let us ask... how things work at the level of on-going subjugation, at the level of those continuous and uninterrupted processes which subject our… — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
What makes power hold good, what makes it accepted, is simply the fact that it doesn't only weigh on us as a force that… — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
“It was a matter of showing by what conjunctions a whole set of practices-- from the moment they became coordinated with a regime of… — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
“The preferred medications were those that forestalled corruption. We know 'as a result of more than three thousand years of experience that Myrrh and… — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
“The man described for us, whom we are invited to free, is already in himself the effect of a subjection much more profound than… — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
“Confined on the ship, from which there is no escape, the madman is delivered to the river with its thousand arms, the sea with… — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image