Prisons don't rehabilitate, they don't punish, they don't protect, so what the hell do they do?
The English laws punish vice; the Chinese laws do more, they reward virtue.
Taught from infancy that beauty is woman's sceptre, the mind shapes itself to the body, and roaming round its gilt cage, only seeks to adorn its prison.
The perfection of a thing consists in its essence; there are perfect criminals, as there are men of perfect probity.
Money will determine whether the accused goes to prison or walks out of the courtroom a free man.
There is no greater punishment of wickedness that that it is dissatisfied with itself and its deeds.
The only effect of public punishment is to show the rabble how bravely it can be borne; and that every one who hath lost a toe-nail hath suffered worse.
Before we can diminish our sufferings from the ill-controlled aggressive assaults of fellow citizens, we must renounce the philosophy of punishment, the obsolete, vengeful penal attitude. In its place we would seek a comprehensive, constructive social attitude - therapeutic in some instances, restraining in some instances, but preventive in its total social impact. In the last analysis this becomes a question of personal morals and values. No matter how glorified or how piously disguised, vengeance as a human motive must be personally repudiated by each and every one of us.
It isn't true that convicts live like animals: animals have more room to move around.
The object of punishment is prevention from evil; it never can be made impulsive to good.
Once we are destined to live out our lives in the prison of our mind, our duty is to furnish it well.
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.
One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem upon another.
We don't seem to be able to check crime, so why not legalize it and then tax it out of business.