From childhood on I have had the dream of life lived as a sacrament… the dream implied taking life ritually as something holy.
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 BERENSONThere are two futures, the future of desire and the future of fate, and man’s reason has never learnt to separate them.
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 BERENSONOne can repent even of having repented.
BERNARD BERENSONYou can parody and make fun of almost anything, but that does not turn the universe into a caricature.
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 BERENSONGovernment is the art of the momentary feasible, of the least bad attainable, and not of the rationally most desirable.
BERNARD BERENSON[Describing his house:] It is a library with living rooms attached.
BERNARD BERENSONNot what man knows but what man feels, concerns art. All else is science.
BERNARD BERENSONConsistency requires you to be as ignorant today as you were a year ago.
BERNARD BERENSONGenius is the capacity for productive reaction against one’s training.
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 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 BERENSONWhen everything else physical and mental seems to diminish, the appreciation of beauty is on the increase.
BERNARD BERENSONThe 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.
BERNARD BERENSON