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.”
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.
When you are younger you get blamed for crimes you never committed and when you're older you begin to get credit for virtues you never possessed. It evens itself out.
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.
The mellow sweetness of pumpkin pie off a prison spoon is something you will never forget.
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.
They were being driven to a prison, through no fault of their own, in all probability for life. In comparison, how much easier it would be to walk to the gallows than to this tomb of living horrors!
Nor cell, nor chain, nor dungeon speaks to the murderer like the voice of solitude.
You utter a vow, or forge a signature, and you may find yourself bound for life to a monastery, a woman, or prison.
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.
I don't like being famous - it is like a prison. And driving for Ferrari would make it far worse.
If we were brought to trial for the crimes we have committed against ourselves, few would escape the gallows.
The thoughts of a prisoner - they're not free either. They keep returning to the same things.
There are few better measures of the concern a society has for its individual members and its own well being than the way it handles criminals.
Mere factual innocence is no reason not to carry out a death sentence properly reached.