There are two futures, the future of desire and the future of fate, and man’s reason has never learnt to separate them.
BERNARD BERENSON[Describing his house:] It is a library with living rooms attached.
More Bernard Berenson Quotes
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I am only a picture-taster, the way others are wine-or tea-tasters.
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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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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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Government lasts as long as the under-taxed can defend themselves against the over-taxed.
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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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Literature in its most comprehensive sense is the autobiography of humanity.
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One can repent even of having repented.
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Between truth and the search for it, I choose the second.
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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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No artifact is a work of art if it does not help to humanize us. Without art…our world would have remained a jungle.
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The average European does not seem to feel free until he succeeds in enslaving and oppressing others.
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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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The ultimate justification of the work of art is to help the spectator to become a work of art himself.
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[Describing his house:] It is a library with living rooms attached.
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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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