Between truth and the search for it, I choose the second.
BERNARD BERENSONBetween truth and the search for it, I choose the second.
BERNARD BERENSONTaste begins when appetite is satisfied.
BERNARD BERENSONThe 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?
BERNARD BERENSON[Describing his house:] It is a library with living rooms attached.
BERNARD BERENSONI am only a picture-taster, the way others are wine-or tea-tasters.
BERNARD BERENSONIt makes me happy to encounter goodness, love of work, humane intelligence, and people no matter at what kind of job, be it ever so humble, or ever so exalted, who do it well and con amore.
BERNARD BERENSONWhen everything else physical and mental seems to diminish, the appreciation of beauty is on the increase.
BERNARD BERENSONFrom childhood on I have had the dream of life lived as a sacrament… the dream implied taking life ritually as something holy.
BERNARD BERENSONLiterature in its most comprehensive sense is the autobiography of humanity.
BERNARD BERENSONAs 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.
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 BERENSONPsychoanalysts are not occupied with the minds of their patients; they do not believe in the mind but in a cerebral intestine.
BERNARD BERENSONBoast is always a cry of despair, except in the young it is a cry of hope.
BERNARD BERENSONI would willingly stand at street corners, hat in hand, begging passerby to drop their unused minutes into it.
BERNARD BERENSONGerman 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.
BERNARD BERENSON