There is no peace because the making of peace is at least as costly as the making of war - at least as exigent, at least as disruptive, at least as liable to bring disgrace and prison and death in its wake.
The thoughts of a prisoner - they're not free either. They keep returning to the same things.
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.”
Crimes lead one into another; they who are capable of being forgers are capable of being incendiaries.
I am an expert of electricity. My father occupied the chair of applied electricity at the state prison.
Faults of the head are punished in this world, those of the heart in another; but as most of our vices are compound, so also is their punishment.
The number of laws is constantly growing in all countries and, owing to this, what is called crime is very often not a crime at all, for it contains no element of violence or harm.
Prisons don't rehabilitate, they don't punish, they don't protect, so what the hell do they do?
The reformative effect of punishment is a belief that dies hard, chiefly I think, because it is so satisfying to our sadistic impulses.
They're not supposed to show prison films in prison. Especially ones that are about escaping.
I was in prison, and you came unto me. Verily I say unto you, inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.
~(Jesus Christ) Matthew 25:36, 40
The object of punishment is prevention from evil; it never can be made impulsive to good.
Mere factual innocence is no reason not to carry out a death sentence properly reached.
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.
The public have more interest in the punishment of an injury than he who receives it.
Virtue pardons the wicked, as the sandal-tree perfumes the axe which strikes it.