Knowledge Is Not Made For

Do Not Think That One Has To Be Sad In Order To Be Militant, Even Though The Thing One Is Fighting Is Abominable.

Power Is Tolerable Only On Condition That It Mask A Substantial Part Of Itself. Its Success Is Proportional To Its Ability To Hide Its Own Mechanisms.

Perhaps [transgression] Is Like A Flash Of Lightning In The Night Which, From The Beginning Of Time, Gives A Dense And Black Intensity To The Night It Denies, Which Lights Up The Night From The Inside, From Top To Bottom, Yet Owes To The Dark The Stark Clarity Of Its Manifestation, Its Harrowing And Poised Singularity.

To Seek In The Great Accumulation Of The Already-said The Text That Resembles "in Advance" A Later Text, To Ransack History In Order To Rediscover The Play Of Anticipations Or Echoes, To Go Right Back To The First Seeds Or To Go Forward To The Last Traces, To Reveal In A Work Its Fidelity To Tradition Or Its Irreducible Uniqueness, To Raise Or Lower Its Stock Of Originality, To Say That The Port -royal Grammarians Invented Nothing, Or To Discover That Cuvier Had More Predecessors Than One Thought, These Are Harmless Enough Amusements For Historians Who Refuse To Grow Up.

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.