A man will be imprisoned in a room with a door that's unlocked and opens inwards, as long as it does not occur to him to pull rather than push.
The law does not pretend to punish everything that is dishonest. That would seriously interfere with business.
One of the many lessons that one learns in prison is, that things are what they are and will be what they will be.
If two people fight on the street, whose fault is it? Who is the criminal? It is the government’s responsibility because the government has not educated the people to not make mistakes. The people have inadequate, incompetent education, so they make mistakes! It is such a fraud.
Some laws of state aimed at curbing crime are even more criminal.
In prisons, those things withheld from and denied to the prisoner become precisely what he wants most of all.
Well does Heaven have care that no man secures happiness by crime.
So justice while she winks at crimes, Stumbles on innocence sometimes.
Justice is that virtue of the soul which is distributive according to desert.
Clemency alone makes us equal to the gods.
Two men look out the same prison bars; one sees mud and the other stars.
Prison, dungeons, blessed places where evil is impossible because they are the crossroads of all the evil in the world. One cannot commit evil in hell.
The thoughts of a prisoner - they're not free either. They keep returning to the same things.
Trial by jury itself, instead of being a security to persons who are accused, shall be a delusion, a mockery, and a snare.
Women have worked hard; starved in prison; given of their time and lives that we might sit in the House of Commons and take part in the legislating of this country.
A country is in a bad state, which is governed only by laws; because a thousand things occur for which laws cannot provide, and where authority ought to interpose.
Women now have choices. They can be married, not married, have a job, not have a job, be married with children, unmarried with children. Men have the same choice we've always had: work, or prison.
Probably the only place where a man can feel really secure is in a maximum security prison, except for the imminent threat of release.
The object of punishment is prevention from evil; it never can be made impulsive to good.
There is no greater punishment of wickedness that that it is dissatisfied with itself and its deeds.
Assassination is the extreme form of censorship.
The world itself is but a large prison, out of which some are daily led to execution.
Nor cell, nor chain, nor dungeon speaks to the murderer like the voice of solitude.
Most people fancy themselves innocent of those crimes of which they cannot be convicted.
