Wicked deeds are generally done, even with impunity, for the mere desire of occupation.
Probably the only place where a man can feel really secure is in a maximum security prison, except for the imminent threat of release.
I was put into jail as I was going to the shoemaker's to get a shoe which was mended. When I was let out the next morning, I proceeded to finish my errand, and, having put on my mended shoe, joined a huckleberry party, who were impatient to put themselves under my conduct; and in half an hour -- for the horse was soon tackled -- was in the midst of a huckleberry field, on one of our highest hills, two miles off, and then the State was nowhere to be seen.
Those magistrates who can prevent crime, and do not, in effect encourage it.
I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world; And, for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it. Yet I'll hammer it out.
The object of punishment is prevention from evil; it never can be made impulsive to good.
Experts and the educated elite have replaced what worked with what sounded good. Society was far more civilized before they took over our schools, prisons, welfare programs, police departments and courts. It's high time we ran these people out of our lives and went back to common sense.
Taught from infancy that beauty is woman's sceptre, the mind shapes itself to the body, and roaming round its gilt cage, only seeks to adorn its prison.
History is full of people who went to prison or were burned at the stake for proclaiming their ideas. Society has always defended itself.
The difference between tax avoidance and tax evasion is the thickness of a prison walls.
I sometimes wish that people would put a little more emphasis upon the observance of the law than they do upon its enforcement.
Virtue pardons the wicked, as the sandal-tree perfumes the axe which strikes it.
Society has used the juvenile courts to create a caste system where there are throw-away people.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
What restrains us from killing is partly fear of punishment, partly moral scruple, and partly what may be described as a sense of humor.