Neatness begets order; but from order to taste there is the same difference as from taste to genius, or from love to friendship.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
When you taste things in the right order, sometimes they taste so much different than if you taste them out of order. Not that there's a right order, like by rule, but just like in a thoughtful way that makes sense.
Genius creates, and taste preserves. Taste is the good sense of genius; without taste, genius is only sublime folly.
Taste is the common sense of genius.
Taste is the fundamental quality which sums up all the other qualities. It is the nec plus ultra of the intelligence. Through this alone is genius the supreme health and balance of all the faculties.
Love is rarer than genius itself. And friendship is rarer than love.
There is no 'natural' order, only the way things are.
Love of beauty is taste. The creation of beauty is art.
I would warn you that I do not attribute to nature either beauty or deformity, order or confusion. Only in relation to our imagination can things be called beautiful or ugly, well-ordered or confused.
Sex and beauty are inseparable, like life and consciousness. And the intelligence which goes with sex and beauty, and arises out of sex and beauty, is intuition.
To achieve harmony in bad taste is the height of elegance.