I would willingly stand at street corners, hat in hand, begging passerby to drop their unused minutes into it.
BERNARD BERENSONI would willingly stand at street corners, hat in hand, begging passerby to drop their unused minutes into it.
BERNARD BERENSONI wonder whether art has a higher function than to make me feel, appreciate, and enjoy natural objects for their art value?
BERNARD BERENSONMiracles happen to those who believe in them.
BERNARD BERENSONWhen everything else physical and mental seems to diminish, the appreciation of beauty is on the increase.
BERNARD BERENSONTaste begins when appetite is satisfied.
BERNARD BERENSONConsistency requires you to be as ignorant today as you were a year ago.
BERNARD BERENSONThere 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.
BERNARD BERENSONEnemies could become the best companions. Companionship is based on a common interest, and the greater the interest the closer the companionship. What makes enemies of people, if not the eagerness, the passion for the same thing?
BERNARD BERENSONBetween truth and the search for it, I choose the second.
BERNARD BERENSONArt is mind and heart and touch as much and more than it is mere instrument, technique – without which however it cannot exist at all.
BERNARD BERENSONI would I could stand on a busy corner, hat in hand, and beg people to throw me all their wasted hours.
BERNARD BERENSONA complete life may be one ending in so full an identification with the oneself that there is no self left to die.
BERNARD BERENSONGenius is the capacity for productive reaction against one’s training.
BERNARD BERENSONHow 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.
BERNARD BERENSONThe ultimate justification of the work of art is to help the spectator to become a work of art himself.
BERNARD BERENSONI 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.
BERNARD BERENSON