In the end, we’ll all be judged by the courage of our hearts.
When you’ve spent your life being judged for who you are, you try to keep an open mind about people.
When you judge someone by their past, it can make that past impossible to escape.
The art never judges. I envy it. Life in two dimensions. Frozen in forever beauty. To watch the world go by unencumbered by the gossip and the pain of three-dimensional men.
When you put a dead judge, the Gerhardt family, and some hitters from Kansas in a bag together, I go back to thinking it might be best just to confess to the crime myself, go live a long life in a cell somewhere with hot and cold running water.
There comes a time when a man must look at himself in the mirror, to judge himself instead of waiting to be judged by others.
Justice may be blind, but judges sure aren’t.
I don’t judge another man unless I’ve walked in his shoes.
Everybody gets judged by their friends.
You should never judge something you don’t understand.
You can’t judge the art by the artist.
We own all the judges. What’d be the point of killing one?
