Quotes About Judgment

In the first sense, probability means the degree of belief or approvability of an opinion—the gut view of probability. Scholars use the term "epistemological" to convey this meaning; epistemological refers to the limits of human knowledge not fully analyzable.

Why should his sexual preference preclude his being voted into Hall of Fame? You don't know much about baseball, do you, doc?

In dieting and in stocks, it is the gut and not the head that determines the results.

The prejudiced person can't see how his prejudice shapes what he "sees" and how he acts. In some sense, if he did, he would no longer be prejudiced. To operate, the "thought" of prejudice must remain hidden to its holder.

There is a difference between right and wrong, always was and always will be, but each man's wrong and each man's right are different.

Well, he was scarcely a parfit gentil knight; as Wolfie said, he looked like some Hollywood Geronimo trying to kick a ninety-dollar habit.

If nobody is innocent, who can be guilty?

A diplomat, according to Alex Dreier, is "anyone who thinks twice before saying nothing.

Even if nothing illegal occurred, one has to wonder about the political judgment involved. Surely the mere appearance of selling American power and influence to foreign interests should be enough to cause a former US president—and a possible future one—to steer well clear of such potentially

The law dictates how much politicians can collect in campaign contributions, limits their ability to make money on the side, and requires the disclosure of those contributors. Hopefully, politicians are also limited to some extent by their conscience. A sense of decency and good judgment ought to prevent politicians on both sides of the aisle from engaging in certain transactions—even if they think they can get away with it.

moral relativism, a position many find attractive only until they are faced with someone who is doing something really, really wrong.

Effective altruists, as we have seen, need not be utilitarians, but they share a number of moral judgments with utilitarians. In particular, they agree with utilitarians that, other things being equal, we ought to do the most good we can.

So it is worse to slap a baby than a horse, if both slaps are administered with equal force.

Of course, old man, I only saw the kid once, and then only for a moment, but - but it was an ugly sort of kid, wasn't it, if I remember rightly?' 'As ugly as that? ' I looked again, and honesty compelled me to be frank. 'I don't see how it could have been, old chap.

Don't come near the flat!' 'But it's my own flat.' 'I can't help that. Aunt Isabel doesn't like you. She asked me what you did for a living. And when I told her you didn't do anything she said she thought as much, and that you were a typical specimen of a useless and decaying aristocracy. So if you think you have made a hit, forget it.

Drug misuse is not a disease, it is a decision, like the decision to step out in front of a moving car. You would call that not a disease but an error of judgment.

Ignoring the vices of our friends and the virtues of our enemies sets us up for nasty surprises.

Wrinkled women lifting their faces, chasing their youth. Fat men sucking in bellies. Poor folks putting on airs. Sinners acting like saints. All of us keeping pace with our companions, stepping lively in this dance of deceit.

why should human beings have another chance at an afterlife? They were such miserable, conniving, self-deceiving, hypocritical wretches.

One cannot judge by book being best seller. We all know that. Many best sellers are terrible trash.

Drug misuse is not a disease, it is a decision, like the decision to step out in front of a moving car. You would call that not a disease but an error in judgment. When a bunch of people begin to do it, it is a social error, a life-style. In this particular lifestyle the motto is "Be happy now because tomorrow you are dying," but the dying begins almost at once, and the happiness is a memory.

If practicality and morality are polarized and you must choose, you must do what you think is right, rather than what you think is practical.

Her smile increased. She had perfect white regular teeth; Irish, Juliana decided. Only Irish blood could give that jawline such femininity.

Kevin is right about his cat. It's all there in his dead cat. The Great Judge can't answer Kevin: 'Why did my cat die?' Answer: 'Damned if I know.' There is no answer; there is only a dead animal that just wanted to cross the street. We're all animals that want to cross the street only something mows us down half-way across that we never saw.