It seemed to be a necessary ritual that he should prepare himself for sleep by meditating under the solemnity of the night sky... a mysterious transaction between the infinity of the soul and the infinity of the universe.
Victor HugoRead
Taste is the common sense of genius.
Interpretation
Genius is often defined by its unique sense of taste.
In this quote, Victor Hugo suggests that true genius is characterized by an exceptional ability to discern and appreciate beauty and excellence, which he refers to as 'taste.' This insight implies that the artistic and intellectual pursuits of a genius are guided by their refined judgment and understanding of aesthetic values, indicating that taste is a fundamental aspect of creative and intellectual achievements.
In practice
In a discussion about art appreciation, one might say, 'As Victor Hugo said, taste is the common sense of genius, reminding us of the importance of discerning quality in art.'
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