The average European does not seem to feel free until he succeeds in enslaving and oppressing others.
BERNARD BERENSONWho will free me from hurry, flurry, the feeling of a crowd pushing behind me, of being hustled and crushed?
More Bernard Berenson Quotes
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[Describing his house:] It is a library with living rooms attached.
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Genius is the capacity for productive reaction against one’s training.
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One can repent even of having repented.
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We usually meet all of our relatives only at funerals where somebody always observes: “Too bad we can’t get together more often”.
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I am only a picture-taster, the way others are wine-or tea-tasters.
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Who will free me from hurry, flurry, the feeling of a crowd pushing behind me, of being hustled and crushed?
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You can parody and make fun of almost anything, but that does not turn the universe into a caricature.
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Between truth and the search for it, I choose the second.
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International 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.
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Life has taught me that it is not for our faults that we are disliked and even hated, but for our qualities.
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There 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.
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No artifact is a work of art if it does not help to humanize us. Without art…our world would have remained a jungle.
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In 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.
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Miracles happen to those who believe in them.
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The artist, depicting man disdainful of the storm and stress of life, is no less reconciling and healing than the poet who, while endowing Nature and Humanity, rejoices in its measureless superiority to human passions and human sorrows.
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