To write well is to think well, to feel well, and to render well; it is to possess at once intellect, soul, and taste.
To seem sorrowful is not in good taste: You're supposed to seem bored.
Odors have an altogether peculiar force, in affecting us through association; a force differing essentially from that of objects addressing the touch, the taste, the sight or the hearing.
Edmund Wilson was our greatest American literary critic because he was more than a literary critic: He was a fearless, even radical judge of the society he lived in. (See, for example, _A Piece of My Mind_; _The Cold War and the Income Tax_; the introduction to _Patriotic Gore_. ) Our conventional critics cannot forgive him for those scandalous lapses in good taste.
Taste, that eternal wanderer, which flies From head to ears, and now from ears to eyes.
Next to occupation is the building up of good taste. That is difficult, slow work. Few achieve it. It means all the difference in the world in the end.
The clergyman who lives in the city may have piety, but he must have taste.
English coffee tastes like water that has been squeezed out of a wet sleeve.
One must shed the bad taste of wanting to agree with many. "Good" is no longer good when one's neighbor mouths it. And how should there be a "common good"! The term contradicts itself: whatever can be common always has little value. In the end it must be as it is and always has been: great things remain for the great, abysses for the profound, nuances and shudders for the refined, and, in brief, all that is rare for the rare.
Fashion is a great restraint upon your persons of taste and fancy; who would otherwise in the most trifling instances be able to distinguish themselves from the vulgar.
I review all I know, but can synthesize no meaning. When I doze, the Fact, the certain accomplished calamity, wakes me roughly like a brutal nurse. I see it crouching inflexibly in a corner of the ceiling. It comes down in geometrical diagonal like lightning. It says, I remain, I AM, I shall never cease to be: your memory will grow a deathly glaze: you will forget, you will fade out, but I cannot be undone. Thus every quarter hour it puts the taste of death in my mouth, and shows me, but not gently, how I go whoring after oblivion.
We have entered a period of intolerance which combines, as it sometimes does in America, with a sugary taste for euphemism.
The adult public's taste is not necessarily ready to accept the logical solutions to their requirements if the solution implies too vast a departure from what they have been conditioned into accepting as the norm.
I can’t wait to find out how you taste, and you won’t want me to stop even after I’ve completely exhausted you. You’ll think you were on fire, your skin will burn. I’ll suck all of your juices out of you. And then I’ll drink your blood.
The nondual universe of One Taste arises as a spontaneous gesture of your own true nature.
I have my mother who is an Irish-Italian, and my father who is African, so I have the taste buds of an Italian and the spice of an African.
If bad taste were a felony, every writer I know would've done prison time.
do not like this taste for adventure you have developed, sister. ” “I am afraid I cannot guarantee I shall be rid of it anytime soon.
Mundus vult decipi: the world wants to be deceived. The truth is too complex and frightening; the taste for the truth is an acquired taste that few acquire…. …. The world winks at dishonesty. the world does not call it dishonesty
I don't like junk food, just because I don't like the taste of it, but I don't go to the gym - ever.
