Miracles happen to those who believe in them. Otherwise why does not the Virgin Mary appear to Lamaists, Mohammedans, or Hindus who have never heard of her.
BERNARD BERENSONConsistency requires you to be as ignorant today as you were a year ago.
More Bernard Berenson Quotes
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Miracles happen to those who believe in them.
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Genius is the capacity for productive reaction against one’s training.
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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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There are two futures, the future of desire and the future of fate, and man’s reason has never learnt to separate them.
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How 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.
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Not what man knows but what man feels, concerns art. All else is science.
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It 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.
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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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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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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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I 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.
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Consistency requires you to be as ignorant today as you were a year ago.
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One can repent even of having repented.
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[Describing his house:] It is a library with living rooms attached.
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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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