There are two futures, the future of desire and the future of fate, and man's reason has never learnt to separate them.
Bernard BerensonIt was a morning in early summer. A silver haze shimmered and trembled over the lime trees. The air was laden with their fragrance. The temperature was like a caress. I remember - I need not recall - that I climbed up a tree stump and felt suddenly immersed in Itness. I did not call it by that name. I had no need for words. It and I were one.
Bernard BerensonI wonder whether art has a higher function than to make me feel, appreciate, and enjoy natural objects for their art value?
Bernard BerensonI 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 Berenson