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.
The refined punishments of the spiritual mode are usually much more indecent and dangerous than a good smack.
One of the problems that the marijuana reform movement consistently faces is that everyone wants to talk about what marijuana does, but no one ever wants to look at what marijuana prohibition does. Marijuana never kicks down your door in the middle of the night. Marijuana never locks up sick and dying people, does not suppress medical research, does not peek in bedroom windows. Even if one takes every reefer madness allegation of the prohibitionists at face value, marijuana prohibition has done far more harm to far more people than marijuana ever could.
The worst of prison life, he thought, was not being able to close his door.
It is true you cannot eat freedom and you cannot power machinery with democracy. But then neither can political prisoners turn on the light in the cells of a dictatorship.
The thoughts of a prisoner - they're not free either. They keep returning to the same things.
Care should be taken that the punishment does not exceed the guilt; and also that some men do not suffer for offenses for which others are not even indicted.
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.
Justice is that virtue of the soul which is distributive according to desert.
The degree of civilization in a society can be judged by entering its prisons.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
The torment of human frustration, whatever its immediate cause, is the knowledge that the self is in prison, its vital force and 'mangled mind' leaking away in lonely, wasteful self-conflict.
Here the great art lies, to discern in what the law is to be to restraint and punishment, and in what things persuasion only is to work.
I just remember that disturbing feeling of walking into that prison, the complete loss of privacy, the complete loss of stimulation, dignity.
Society has used the juvenile courts to create a caste system where there are throw-away people.
Nor cell, nor chain, nor dungeon speaks to the murderer like the voice of solitude.
The object of punishment is prevention from evil; it never can be made impulsive to good.
America is the land of the second chance – and when the gates of the prison open, the path ahead should lead to a better life.