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.
Nor cell, nor chain, nor dungeon speaks to the murderer like the voice of solitude.
To be in prison so long, it's difficult to remember exactly what you did to get there.
Any punishment that does not correct, that can merely rouse rebellion in whoever has to endure it, is a piece of gratuitous infamy which makes those who impose it more guilty in the eyes of humanity, good sense and reason, nay a hundred times more guilty than the victim on whom the punishment is inflicted.
Three hundred years ago a prisoner condemned to the Tower of London carved on the wall of his cell this sentiment to keep up his spirits during his long imprisonment: “It is not adversity that kills, but the impatience with which we bear adversity.”
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.
No obligation to justice does force a man to be cruel, or to use the sharpest sentence.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
The public have more interest in the punishment of an injury than he who receives it.
The refined punishments of the spiritual mode are usually much more indecent and dangerous than a good smack.
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.
It is impossible to go through life without trust: That is to be imprisoned in the worst cell of all, oneself.
It isn't true that convicts live like animals: animals have more room to move around.
Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrist? And what has he been after that they groan and shake their fists? And wherefore is he wearing such a conscience-stricken air? Oh they're taking him to prison for the colour of his hair.
To seek the redress of grievances by going to law, is like sheep running for shelter to a bramble bush.
Prison makes you a better judge of character. You pick up on people much faster.
Justice is justice though it's always delayed and finally done only by mistake.