While you judge me by my outward appearance I am silently doing the same to you, even though there's a ninety-percent chance that in both cases our assumptions are wrong.

Why is the eye considered a reliable judge when it knows nothing of love or intelligence?

How often it is that we set ourselves in the high seat, judging others, not having read their book but merely having glimpsed the cover.

Perhaps, if you weren't so busy regarding my shortcomings, you'd find that I do possess redeeming qualities, discreet as they may be.  I notice when the sky is blue.  I smile down at children.  I laugh at any innocent attempt at humor.  I quietly carry the burdens of others as though they were my own.  And I say 'I'm sorry' when you don't.  I am not without fault, but I am not without goodness either.

Never judge another knight without first knowing the strength and cunning of the dragons he fights.

If only I could see myself from the same vantage point that I observe the world; I might judge my behavior and expressions more critically, and others less.