Those magistrates who can prevent crime, and do not, in effect encourage it.
The object of punishment is prevention from evil; it never can be made impulsive to good.
To try to raise a son from inside the prison walls is a very difficult thing. But I want to say to the world my son at 16 was the one who tried the most to get me out of prison.
There is no greater punishment of wickedness that that it is dissatisfied with itself and its deeds.
Prisons don't rehabilitate, they don't punish, they don't protect, so what the hell do they do?
To my mind, to kill in war is not a whit better than to commit ordinary murder.
If you want total security, go to prison. There you’re fed, clothed, given medical care and so on. The only thing lacking…is freedom.
The contagion of crime is like that of the plague. Criminals collected together corrupt each other; they are worse than ever when at the termination of their punishment they re-enter society.
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.
We shall not yield to violence. We shall not be deprived of union freedoms. We shall never agree with sending people to prison for their convictions.
To seek the redress of grievances by going to law, is like sheep running for shelter to a bramble bush.
Once we are destined to live out our lives in the prison of our mind, our duty is to furnish it well.
The mellow sweetness of pumpkin pie off a prison spoon is something you will never forget.
If punishment reaches not the mind and makes not the will supple, it hardens the offender.
Educate your children to self-control, to the habit of holding passion and prejudice and evil tendencies to an upright and reasoning will, and you have done much to abolish misery from their future lives and crimes to society.
What restrains us from killing is partly fear of punishment, partly moral scruple, and partly what may be described as a sense of humor.
Show me the prison, Show me the jail, Show me the prisoner whose life has gone stale. And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why And there, but for fortune, go you or I.