A complete life may be one ending in so full an identification with the oneself that there is no self left to die.
About Bernard Berenson
Bernard Berensonwas an American art historian specializing in the Renaissance. His book The Drawings of the Florentine Painters was an international success.
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Miracles happen to those who believe in them.
American art critic and collector (1865-1959)
Psychoanalysts are not occupied with the minds of their patients; they do not believe in the mind but in a cerebral intestine.
American art critic and collector (1865-1959)
You can parody and make fun of almost anything, but that does not turn the universe into a caricature.
American art critic and collector (1865-1959)
Consistency requires you to be as ignorant today as you were a year ago.
American art critic and collector (1865-1959)
Life has taught me that it is not for our faults that we are disliked and even hated, but for our qualities.
American art critic and collector (1865-1959)
I would I could stand on a busy corner, hat in hand, and beg people to throw me all their wasted hours.
American art critic and collector (1865-1959)
Genius is the capacity for productive reaction against one’s training.
American art critic and collector (1865-1959)
From childhood on I have had the dream of life lived as a sacrament… the dream implied taking life ritually as something holy.
American art critic and collector (1865-1959)
Boast is always a cry of despair, except in the young it is a cry of hope.
American art critic and collector (1865-1959)
Between truth and the search for it, I choose the second.
American art critic and collector (1865-1959)
The average European does not seem to feel free until he succeeds in enslaving and oppressing others.
American art critic and collector (1865-1959)
When everything else physical and mental seems to diminish, the appreciation of beauty is on the increase.
American art critic and collector (1865-1959)
A complete life may be one ending in so full an identification with the oneself that there is no self left to die.
American art critic and collector (1865-1959)