To the indefinite uncertain mind of the American radical the most contradictory ideas and methods are possible. The result is a sad chaos in the radical movement a sort of intellectual hash which has neither taste nor character.

We never taste a perfect joy our happiest successes are mixed with sadness.

Since the composer has said everything if you discover everything it will be enough and you will be a happy man. Don't try to say it's your taste and because of that you are changing this or that. And I must say this respect is still there.

When you get close to the raw materials and taste them at the moment they let go of the soil you learn to respect them.

The fact that the adult American Negro female emerges a formidable character is often met with amazement distaste and even belligerance. It is seldom accepted as an inevitable outcome of the struggle won by survivors and deserves respect if not enthusiastic acceptance.

If you grow up in a very strong religion like Catholicism you certainly cultivate in yourself a certain taste for the intensity of ideas.

I always felt sorry for the sidekick as a kid. They never got their due and it left a very bad taste in the mouth - they are defined by a subordinate relationship to someone else. I always felt like a bit of sidekick when I was a kid and it didn't feel fair.

There was no relationship between a wedding dress and fashion. There was no good taste either. I realized that I could make an impression in terms of changing and readdressing the whole industry of bridal.

We say no to lots of things that would please us. I would like to punch people every now and then but I don't. I would like to have something for free rather than pay for it. I would like to skip to the front of the line... I don't mean to brush aside the taste of meat which is a powerful attraction. But its power is not without limit.

Either you think or else others have to think for you and take power from you pervert and discipline your natural tastes civilize and sterilize you.