Memorable Quotes by Aime Cesaire
Poetic knowledge is born in the great silence of scientific knowledge.
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It is no use painting the foot of the tree white, the strength of the bark cries out from beneath the paint.
Reason, I sacrifice you to the evening breeze.
I have a different idea of a universal. It is of a universal rich with all that is particular, rich with all the particulars there are, the deepening of each particular, the coexistence of them all.