Taste is the feminine of genius.
“Tis all a Checkerboard of Nights and Days Where Destiny with Men for Pieces plays: Hither and thither moves, and mates, and stays, And one by one back in the Closet lays.”
“I am all for the short and merry life.”
“You're the ruler of the universe. Try to show a little taste!”
“It's not that our family has no taste, it's just that our family's taste is inconsistent.”
“Everyone carries his own inch-rule of taste and amuses himself by applying it triumphantly wherever he travels.”