Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule
Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law.
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Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law.
Nelson Mandela and Malcolm X came out of prison stronger.
Prison continues, on those who are entrusted to it, a work begun elsewhere, which the whole of society pursues on each individual through innumerable mechanisms of discipline.
He who does not prevent a crime when he can, encourages it.
Experts and the educated elite have replaced what worked with what sounded good. Society was far more civilized before they took over our schools, prisons, welfare programs, police departments and courts. It's high time we ran these people out of our lives and went back to common sense.
Why would anyone expect him to come out smarter? He went to prison for three years, not Princeton.
If we were brought to trial for the crimes we have committed against ourselves, few would escape the gallows.
If punishment reaches not the mind and makes not the will supple, it hardens the offender.
The worst prison is not of stone. It is of a throbbing heart, outraged by an infamous life.
The guilt of enforced crimes lies on those who impose them.
Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass, Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron, Can be retentive to the strength of spirit; But life, being weary of these worldly bars, Never lacks power to dismiss itself.
To trial bring her stolen charms, and let her prison be my arms.
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.
In prisons, those things withheld from and denied to the prisoner become precisely what he wants most of all.
Self is the only prison that can bind the soul.
Mere factual innocence is no reason not to carry out a death sentence properly reached.
There is a point at which even justice does injury.
The mellow sweetness of pumpkin pie off a prison spoon is something you will never forget.
There are only two places in the world where time takes precedence over the job to be done. School and prison.
Steal goods and you’ll go to prison, steal lands and you are a king.
I don't like jail, they got the wrong kind of bars in there.
I can tell you this on a stack of Bibles: prisons are archaic, brutal, unregenerative, overcrowded hell holes where the inmates are treated like animals with absolutely not one humane thought given to what they are going to do once they are released. You're an animal in a cage and you're treated like one.
Prosecution I have managed to avoid; but I have been arrested, charged in a police court, have refused to be bound over, and thereupon have been unconditionally released - to my great regret; for I have always wanted to know what going to prison was like.
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.
In my country we go to prison first and then become President.