Taste (n.) is that over which all of life is a dispute.
Taste's (n.) transformation in a society is more powerful than that of opinions, which are merely its symptoms.
Taste (n.) is changed by powerful and influential individuals who announce their own oddities of their bodily lifestyle without any shame.
Taste (n.) is a ruse — blame is interchangeable with praise — we always opt for whichever affords more opportunity for exhibiting our power of judgment.
Taste (n.) is weight, and scales, and weigher at the same time; alas for every living thing that would live without dispute about weight and scales and weigher!
Taste (n.) is, in the higher nature, devoted to exceptional matters, things which usually do not affect people and seem to have no sweetness.
Taste (n.) is, when truly one's own, neither good nor bad, and one has no longer either shame or secrecy about it.
Taste (n.) blesses those who have it, even bad taste — and only by it can one be wise: the Greeks called the wise man the man of taste, and wisdom simply sophia.
Taste (n.) now decides against Christianity, no longer reasons.
Taste (n.) is not beyond dispute: all life is a disputing of taste — weight and scale and weigher at once.
Taste (n.) is not at its best in the all-complacency that tastes everything; chewing and digesting everything is the swine's style, and always saying hee-yaw the ass's.
Taste (n.) is also a form of conscience: to evaluate as others do against its inner voice becomes a terrible, subtle constraint.