Who will free me from hurry, flurry, the feeling of a crowd pushing behind me, of being hustled and crushed?
BERNARD BERENSONI would willingly stand at street corners, hat in hand, begging passerby to drop their unused minutes into it.
More Bernard Berenson Quotes
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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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Genius is the capacity for productive reaction against one’s training.
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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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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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Literature in its most comprehensive sense is the autobiography of humanity.
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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.
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Taste begins when appetite is satisfied.
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The ultimate justification of the work of art is to help the spectator to become a work of art himself.
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I wonder whether art has a higher function than to make me feel, appreciate, and enjoy natural objects for their art value?
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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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German is of stone, limestone, pudding stone, marble, granite even, and so to a considerable degree is English, whereas French is bronze and gives out a metallic resonance with tones that neither German nor English tolerate.
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How can I regain even for a minute the feeling of ample leisure I had during my early, my creative years? Then I seldom felt fussed, or hurried.
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I am only a picture-taster, the way others are wine-or tea-tasters.
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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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One can repent even of having repented.
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