When it comes to freedom, we are but prisoners of our own desires.
The English laws punish vice; the Chinese laws do more, they reward virtue.
I am certain that nothing has done so much to destroy the juridical safeguards of individual freedom as the striving after this mirage of social justice.
When is conduct a crime, and when is a crime not a crime? When Somebody Up There -- a monarch, a dictator, a Pope, a legislator -- so decrees.
The world itself is but a large prison, out of which some are daily led to execution.
Mere factual innocence is no reason not to carry out a death sentence properly reached.
In the halls of justice, the only justice is in the halls.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
Forgiveness, that noblest of all self-denial, is a virtue which he alone who can practise in himself can willingly believe in another.
Definition, rationality, and structure are ways of seeing, but they become prisons when they blank out other ways of seeing.
Assassination is the extreme form of censorship.
Virtue pardons the wicked, as the sandal-tree perfumes the axe which strikes it.
To seek the redress of grievances by going to law, is like sheep running for shelter to a bramble bush.
One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem upon another.
The common argument that crime is caused by poverty is a kind of slander on the poor.
Let us remember that justice must be observed even to the lowest.
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.
No obligation to justice does force a man to be cruel, or to use the sharpest sentence.
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
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
The worst of prison life, he thought, was not being able to close his door.
Fast closed with double grills And triple gates–the cell To wicked souls is hell; But to a mind that's innocent 'Tis only iron, wood and stone.
Most people fancy themselves innocent of those crimes of which they cannot be convicted.
They took away my money, my family, and my security. Why couldn't they destroy my ideas? We will question them in court tomorrow as we trigger The Revolution of all revolutions!
