Michel Foucault Quotes

Chance and chance alone has a message for us. Everything that occurs out of necessity, everything expected, repeated day in and day out, is mute. Only chance can speak to us.

There is always room for coincidence.

Much in our lives is chance.

Chance ... must be something more than the name we give to our ignorance.

I don't believe in fate, as in, which I - as a Catholic, I think, sort of predestination. But I certainly believe in chance.

Chance never writ a legible book; chance never built a fair house; chance never drew a neat picture; it never did any of these things, nor ever will; nor can it be without absurdity supposed able to do them; which yet are works very gross and rude, very easy and feasible, as it were, in comparison to the production of a flower or a tree.

These things do not happen by chance. There is much less luck in public affairs than some suppose.

Chance is a kind of god, for it preserves many things which we do not observe.

I love to think about chance - about how one little overheard word, one pebble in a shoe, can change the universe.

Chance... in the accommodation peculiar to sensorimotor intelligence, plays the same role as in scientific discovery. It is only useful to the genius and its revelations remain meaningless to the unskilled.

I was not sure I wanted to issue orders to life; I rather liked the Greek notion of allowing Chance to take a formative hand in my affairs.

Play is experimenting with chance.

Life is so largely controlled by chance that its conduct can be but a perpetual improvisation.

Life is a chance, a story is a chance. That I am here is a chance.

To talk of luck and chance only shows how little we really know of the laws which govern cause and effect.

When I contemplated purpose I also contemplated chance and foolishness.

Our wisdom and deliberation for the most part follow the lead of chance.

You know, the process, I think, is the story. And it goes back, again, to what I said about chance and about radical contingency, the idea that all of this is this well-oiled machine that's been reared up and, like, really articulated and thought about.

Any memory for the most part depending on chance.

Chance. Stupid, dumb, blind chance. Just a part of the strange mechanism of the world, with its fits and coughs and starts and random collisions.

Knowing the importance of luck, you should be particularly suspicious when highly consistent patterns emerge from the comparison of successful and less successful firms. In the presence of randomness, regular patterns can only be mirages.

I throw down the gauntlet to chance. For example, I prepare the ground for a picture by cleaning my brush over the canvas. Spilling a little turpentine can also be helpful.

Nothing happens quite by chance. It's a question of accretion of information and experience ... it's just chance that I happened to be here at this particular time when there was available and at my disposal the great experience of all the investigators who plodded along for a number of years.

In a world that operates largely at random, coincidences are to be expected, but any one of them must always be mistrusted.

The element of chance in basic research is overrated. Chance is a lady who smiles only upon those few who know how to make her smile.