You can parody and make fun of almost anything, but that does not turn the universe into a caricature.
BERNARD BERENSONOne can repent even of having repented.
More Bernard Berenson Quotes
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Government is the art of the momentary feasible, of the least bad attainable, and not of the rationally most desirable.
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Miracles happen to those who believe in them.
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Not what man knows but what man feels, concerns art. All else is science.
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Boast is always a cry of despair, except in the young it is a cry of hope.
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I would willingly stand at street corners, hat in hand, begging passerby to drop their unused minutes into it.
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As I got warmed up, and felt perfectly at home in talk, I heard myself boasting, lying, exaggerating. Oh, not deliberately, far from it. It would be unconvivial and dull to stop and arrest the flow of talk, and speak only after carefully considering whether I was telling the truth.
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Taste begins when appetite is satisfied.
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I would I could stand on a busy corner, hat in hand, and beg people to throw me all their wasted hours.
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Between truth and the search for it, I choose the second.
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Art is mind and heart and touch as much and more than it is mere instrument, technique – without which however it cannot exist at all.
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A complete life may be one ending in so full an identification with the oneself that there is no self left to die.
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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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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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Government lasts as long as the under-taxed can defend themselves against the over-taxed.
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There are two futures, the future of desire and the future of fate, and man’s reason has never learnt to separate them.
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