Judgement holds in me a magisterial seat, at least it carefully tries to. It lets my feelings go their way, both hatred and friendship, even the friendship I bear myself, without being changed and corrupted by them.

A strong memory is commonly coupled with infirm judgment.

How often our involuntary facial motions testify to the thoughts we were keeping secret, and betray us to those around!

You have your face bare; I am all face.

We easily enough confess in others an advantage of courage, strength, experience, activity, and beauty; but an advantage in judgment we yield to none.

If my mind could gain a firm footing, I would not make essays, I would make decisions; but it is always in apprenticeship and on trial.

We call comeliness a mischance in the first respect, which belongs principally to the face.