Bernard Berenson

Psychoanalysts are not occupied with the minds of their patients; they do not believe in the mind but in a cerebral intestine.

From childhood on I have had the dream of life lived as a sacrament... the dream implied taking life ritually as something holy.

Boast is always a cry of despair, except in the young it is a cry of hope.

Between truth and the search for it, I choose the second.

Life has taught me that it is not for our faults that we are disliked and even hated, but for our qualities.

I would I could stand on a busy corner, hat in hand, and beg people to throw me all their wasted hours.