It is the deed that teaches, not the name we give it. Murder and capital punishment are not opposites that cancel one another, but similars that breed their own kind.
The best situation of all, and one frequently utilized, is for jails and prisons to allow volunteer ministers of all faiths to enter prisons and offer their services to the inmates who want them. That way, the religious needs of inmates are met but without government funds being spent.
Crimes lead one into another; they who are capable of being forgers are capable of being incendiaries.
Why would anyone expect him to come out smarter? He went to prison for three years, not Princeton.
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.
There are only two places in the world where time takes precedence over the job to be done. School and prison.
To my mind, to kill in war is not a whit better than to commit ordinary murder.
The common argument that crime is caused by poverty is a kind of slander on the poor.
We have initiated programs for re-entry offenders, since some 500,000 to 600,000 offenders will come out of prison each year for the next three or four years. We want to have positive alternatives when they come back to the community.
To make punishments efficacious, two things are necessary. They must never be disproportioned to the offence, and they must be certain.
Overlook our deeds, since you know that crime was absent from our inclination.
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.”
One of the many lessons that one learns in prison is, that things are what they are and will be what they will be.
It is safer that a bad man should not be accused, than that he should be acquitted.
It was only when I lay there on the rotting prison straw that I sensed within myself the first stirrings of good. Gradually it was disclosed to me that the line separating good and evil passes not between states nor between social classes nor between political parties, but right through every human heart, through all human hearts. And that is why I turn back to the years of my imprisonment and say, sometimes to the astonishment of those about me, bless you, prison, for having been a part of my life.
One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem upon another.
Nor cell, nor chain, nor dungeon speaks to the murderer like the voice of solitude.