As I got warmed up, and felt perfectly at home in talk, I heard myself boasting, lying, exaggerating. Oh, not deliberately, far… — Bernard Berenson Copy Share Image
The ultimate justification of the work of art is to help the spectator to become a work of art himself. — Bernard Berenson Copy Share Image
Boast is always a cry of despair, except in the young it is a cry of hope. — Bernard Berenson Copy Share Image
I would willingly stand at street corners, hat in hand, begging passerby to drop their unused minutes into it. — Bernard Berenson Copy Share Image
I would I could stand on a busy corner, hat in hand, and beg people to throw me all their wasted hours. — Bernard Berenson Copy Share Image
Literature in its most comprehensive sense is the autobiography of humanity. — Bernard Berenson Copy Share Image
From childhood on I have had the dream of life lived as a sacrament... the dream implied taking life ritually as something holy. — Bernard Berenson Copy Share Image
The artist, depicting man disdainful of the storm and stress of life, is no less reconciling and healing than the poet who, while endowing… — Bernard Berenson Copy Share Image
The Renaissance had resulted in the emancipation of the individual, in making him feel that the universe had no other purpose than his happiness.… — Bernard Berenson Copy Share Image
Who will free me from hurry, flurry, the feeling of a crowd pushing behind me, of being hustled and crushed? How can I regain… — Bernard Berenson Copy Share Image
I walk in the garden, I look at the flowers and shrubs and trees and discover in them an exquisiteness of contour, a vitality… — Bernard Berenson Copy Share Image
“A complete life may be one ending in so full identification with the non-self that there is no self to die.” — Bernard Berenson Copy Share Image
Enemies could become the best companions. Companionship is based on a common interest, and the greater the interest the closer the companionship. What makes… — Bernard Berenson Copy Share Image
