It 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 BerensonPsychoanalysts are not occupied with the minds of their patients; they do not believe in the mind but in a cerebral intestine.
Bernard BerensonThe ultimate justification of the work of art is to help the spectator to become a work of art himself.
Bernard BerensonGovernment is the art of the momentary feasible, of the least bad attainable, and not of the rationally most desirable.
Bernard BerensonYou can parody and make fun of almost anything, but that does not turn the universe into a caricature.
Bernard BerensonIt 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.
Bernard BerensonArt, in the widest sense of the word, is the instrument Hellenism has used and would use for that purpose. All the arts, poetry, music, ritual, the visual arts, the theatre, must work singly and together to create the most comprehensive art of all, a humanized society, and its masterpiece, the free man.
Bernard Berenson