There are two futures, the future of desire and the future of fate, and man’s reason has never learnt to separate them.
BERNARD BERENSONThe ultimate justification of the work of art is to help the spectator to become a work of art himself.
More Bernard Berenson Quotes
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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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The ultimate justification of the work of art is to help the spectator to become a work of art himself.
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Taste begins when appetite is satisfied.
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Genius is the capacity for productive reaction against one’s training.
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Psychoanalysts are not occupied with the minds of their patients; they do not believe in the mind but in a cerebral intestine.
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You can parody and make fun of almost anything, but that does not turn the universe into a caricature.
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Life has taught me that it is not for our faults that we are disliked and even hated, but for our qualities.
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I am only a picture-taster, the way others are wine-or tea-tasters.
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Consistency requires you to be as ignorant today as you were a year ago.
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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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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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Literature in its most comprehensive sense is the autobiography of humanity.
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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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Government is the art of the momentary feasible, of the least bad attainable, and not of the rationally most desirable.
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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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