Genius is the capacity for productive reaction against one’s training.
BERNARD BERENSONNot what man knows but what man feels, concerns art. All else is science.
More Bernard Berenson Quotes
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Between truth and the search for it, I choose the second.
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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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[Describing his house:] It is a library with living rooms attached.
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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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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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Literature in its most comprehensive sense is the autobiography of humanity.
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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 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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Consistency requires you to be as ignorant today as you were a year ago.
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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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I am only a picture-taster, the way others are wine-or tea-tasters.
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Miracles happen to those who believe in them. Otherwise why does not the Virgin Mary appear to Lamaists, Mohammedans, or Hindus who have never heard of her.
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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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Miracles happen to those who believe in them.
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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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