Quotes About Evaluation

The Father, who without respect of persons judgeth according to every man's work.

Autumn is the perfect time to take account of what we've done, what we didn't do, and what we'd like to do next year.

Thou art weighed in the balances, and art found wanting.

Now also the axe is laid unto the root of the trees: therefore every tree which bringeth not forth good fruit is hewn down, and cast into the fire.

For if they do these things in a green tree, what shall be done in the dry?

Among the extremely diverse books lumped together as 'mysteries,' I shall try to judge each fairly according to the best standards of the type which the author intended to produce.

An onion-breathed technician in a lab coat measures the distance between Werner's temples, the circumference of his head, and the thickness and shape of his lips. Calipers are used to evaluate his feet, the length of his fingers, and the distance between his eyes and his navel. They measure his penis. The angle of his nose is quantified with a wooden protractor.

A second technician gauges Werner's eye color against a chromatic scale on which sixty or so shades of blue are displayed. Werner's color is himmelblau, sky blue. To assess his hair color, the man snips a lock of hair from Werner's head and compares it to thirty or so other locks clipped to a board, arrayed darkest to lightest. "Schnee," the man mutters, and makes a notation. Snow. Werner's hair is lighter than the lightest color on the board.

cost-benefit analysis.

It will be the kiss by which all others in your life will be judged... and found wanting.

It would be nice to think that I could get to the end of a third outing with some of my reputation still intact.

I wondered now if I had behaved badly and, worse still, if I had broken something that was precious to me.

closed my eyes, quietly adding casual racism to the charge sheet against Hawthorne

It was my moment in the sun. I tried to remember if I had left anything out. But no, it was all there.

wasn't that she would judge me. It was more that I would feel myself being judged.

There are two types of mistake; bad ones and good ones. You were definitely one of the good ones.

I understand and accept criticisms of my work, provided they are done with professional criteria and arguments.

My driving habits are so ingrained that the driving examiner would fail me in the first mile. That's provided he hadn't died of a heart attack by then.

Any man who goes to a psychiatrist ought to have his head examined.

When we judge, we are always in a psychic space which is circular.

Being a psychologist did enable me to maintain objectivity.

Well, I'm not sure what pop psychology is, but I don't like it.

We historians are increasingly using experimental psychology to understand the way we act. It is becoming very clear that our ability to evaluate risk is hedged by all sorts of cognitive biases. It's a miracle that we get anything right.

I am not aware of my public image or what people think of me. I don't evaluate myself that way.