You that would judge me, do not judge alone this book or that, come to this hallowed place where my friends' portraits hang and look thereon; Ireland's history in their lineaments trace; think where man's glory most begins and ends and say my glory was I had such friends.
We do not judge the people we love.
I do not judge, I only chronicle.
I find hope in the darkest of days, and focus in the brightest. I do not judge the universe.
We do not judge great art. It judges us.