I walk in the garden, I look at the flowers and shrubs and trees and discover in them an exquisiteness of contour, a vitality of edge, or a vigour of spring, as well as an infinite variety of colour that no artefact I have seen in the last sixty years can rival...each day, as I look, I wonder where my eyes were yesterday.
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 Berenson