Quotes About Judgment

Don't question your conscience so much--it will get out of tune like a strummed piano. Keep it for great occasions.

there was something superior even in his injustice, and absolute in his mistakes.

She had once heard an enthusiastic musician, out of patience with a gifted bungler, declare that a fine voice is really an obstacle to singing properly; and it occurred to her that it might perhaps be equally true that a beautiful face is an obstacle to the acquisition of charming manners.

You can do a great many things if you're rich which would be severely criticised if you were poor. You can go and come, you can travel alone, you can have your own establishment: I mean of course if you'll take a companion—some decayed gentlewoman, with a darned cashmere and dyed hair, who paints on velvet.

But if he isn't a gentleman — What is he? He's a horror.

When you are embarrassed, do as you think best, and you will do very well. When you are in a difficulty, judge for yourself.

Whether or no being hopelessly vulgar is being 'bad' is a question for the metaphysicians.

Besides, I try to judge things for myself; to judge wrong, I think, is more honourable than not to judge at all. I don't wish to be a mere sheep in the flock; I wish to choose my fate and know something of human affairs beyond what other people think it compatible with propriety to tell me.

Oh, handsome—very, very," I insisted; "wonderfully handsome. But infamous." She slowly came back to me. "Miss Jessel—was infamous." She once more took my hand in both her own, holding it as tight as if to fortify me against the increase of alarm I might draw from this disclosure. "They were both infamous," she finally said.

People are free to find out the best and the worst of me!

You can do a great many things if you are rich which would be severely criticised if you were poor

I'm perfectly aware, for instance, that you know good society from bad. Society is all bad.

He comes to loos at one's daughter as if she were a suite of apartments; he tries the door-handles and looks out of the windows, raps on the walls and almost thinks he'll take the place. Will you be so good as to draw up a lease? Then, on the whole, he decides that the rooms are too small; he doesn't think he could live on a third floor; he must look out for a piano nobile. And he does away after having got a month's lodging in the poor little apartment for nothing.

He comes and looks at one's daughter as if she were a suite of apartments; he tries the door-handles and looks out of the windows, raps on the walls and almost thinks he'll take the place. Will you be so good as to draw up a lease? Then, on the whole, he decides that the rooms are too small; he doesn't think he could live on a third floor; he must look out for a piano nobile. And he does away after having got a month's lodging in the poor little apartment for nothing.

But for me there are only two classes: the people I trust and the people I don't.

He comes and looks at one's daughter as if she were a suite of apartments; he tries the door-handles and looks out of the windows, raps on the walls and almost thinks he'll take the place. Will you be so good as to draw up a lease? Then, on the whole, he decides that the rooms are too small; he doesn't think he could live on a third floor; he must look out for a piano nobile. And he goes away after having got a month's lodging in the poor little apartment for nothing.

But for a nice girl you do attract the most unnatural people.

Her eyes] had taken hold of him straightaway, measuring him up and down as if they knew how; as if he were human material they had already in some sort handled.

Certainly, the clothes which, as you say, I choose to wear, don't express me; and heaven forbid they should! 'You dress very well . . .' 'Possibly; but I don't care to be judged by that. My clothes may express the dressmaker, but they don't express me. To begin with, it's not my own choice that I wear them; they are imposed upon me by society.

Nora seemed by instinct to have perceived the fitness of her not speaking of her own affairs, and indeed displayed in the matter a precocious good taste.

We must allow the artist his subject. It is only what he makes of it that we can judge.

He would rather seem stupid any day than fatuous

If you knew some of the people he does have!" Maisie knew them all, and none indeed were to be compared to Sir Claude.

But, after all, the opinions of our friends are not what we love them for, and therefore I don't see why they should be what we hate them for.