I never felt that there was anything enviable in youth. I cannot recall that any of us, as youths, admired our condition to excess or had a desire to prolong it.
BERNARD BERENSONI never felt that there was anything enviable in youth. I cannot recall that any of us, as youths, admired our condition to excess or had a desire to prolong it.
BERNARD BERENSONBetween truth and the search for it, I choose the second.
BERNARD BERENSONThere are two futures, the future of desire and the future of fate, and man’s reason has never learnt to separate them.
BERNARD BERENSONInternational affairs will be placed on a better footing when it is understood that there is no way of punishing a people for the crimes of its rulers.
BERNARD BERENSONWho will free me from hurry, flurry, the feeling of a crowd pushing behind me, of being hustled and crushed?
BERNARD BERENSONNot what man knows but what man feels, concerns art. All else is science.
BERNARD BERENSONIn figure painting, the type of all painting, I have endeavoured to set forth that the principal if not sole source of life enchantments are Tactile Values, Movement and Space Composition.
BERNARD BERENSONTaste begins when appetite is satisfied.
BERNARD BERENSONThere was time for work, for play, for love, the confidence that if a task was not done at the appointed time, I easily could fit it into another hour. I used to take leisure for granted, as I did time itself.
BERNARD BERENSONEnemies could become the best companions. Companionship is based on a common interest, and the greater the interest the closer the companionship. What makes enemies of people, if not the eagerness, the passion for the same thing?
BERNARD BERENSON[Describing his house:] It is a library with living rooms attached.
BERNARD BERENSONI would I could stand on a busy corner, hat in hand, and beg people to throw me all their wasted hours.
BERNARD BERENSONWe usually meet all of our relatives only at funerals where somebody always observes: “Too bad we can’t get together more often”.
BERNARD BERENSONGovernment is the art of the momentary feasible, of the least bad attainable, and not of the rationally most desirable.
BERNARD BERENSONI would willingly stand at street corners, hat in hand, begging passerby to drop their unused minutes into it.
BERNARD BERENSONMiracles happen to those who believe in them.
BERNARD BERENSON