The reformative effect of punishment is a belief that dies hard, chiefly I think, because it is so satisfying to our sadistic impulses.
Every instance of a man's suffering the penalty of the law is an instance of the failure of that penalty in effecting its purpose, which is to deter.
There is no greater punishment of wickedness that that it is dissatisfied with itself and its deeds.
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.
What restrains us from killing is partly fear of punishment, partly moral scruple, and partly what may be described as a sense of humor.
The object of punishment is prevention from evil; it never can be made impulsive to good.
Forgiveness, that noblest of all self-denial, is a virtue which he alone who can practise in himself can willingly believe in another.
Justice is justice though it's always delayed and finally done only by mistake.
It is better that ten guilty persons escape, than that one innocent suffer.
Whatever you think of de Sade, he was a complex figure and we should not look for easy answers with him. He was, strangely perhaps, against the death penalty, and he was never put in prison for murders or anything like that.
The only real prison is fear, and the only real freedom is freedom from fear.
There's no greater threat to our independence, to our cherished freedoms and personal liberties than the continual, relentless injection of these insidious poisons into our system. We must decide whether we cherish independence from drugs, without which there is no freedom.
It is more dangerous that even a guilty person should be punished without the forms of law than that he should escape.
To be in prison so long, it's difficult to remember exactly what you did to get there.
It is not at the table, but in prison, that you learn who your true friends are.
There are only two places in the world where time takes precedence over the job to be done. School and prison.
We who live in prison, and in whose lives there is no event but sorrow, have to measure time by throbs of pain, and the record of bitter moments.
Once we are destined to live out our lives in the prison of our mind, our duty is to furnish it well.