It is safer that a bad man should not be accused, than that he should be acquitted.
The law does not pretend to punish everything that is dishonest. That would seriously interfere with business.
Since 1957, black people have experienced double-digit unemployment - in good times and bad times. Look at the population of African Americans in prison. They represent more than half the population of prisoners in the country, 55 percent of those on death row.
If we were brought to trial for the crimes we have committed against ourselves, few would escape the gallows.
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.
Definition, rationality, and structure are ways of seeing, but they become prisons when they blank out other ways of seeing.
History is full of people who went to prison or were burned at the stake for proclaiming their ideas. Society has always defended itself.
I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world; And, for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it. Yet I'll hammer it out.
It is hard, but it is excellent, to find the right knowledge of when correction is necessary and when grace doth most avail.
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
Once we are destined to live out our lives in the prison of our mind, our duty is to furnish it well.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
Every crime has, in the moment of its perpetration, Its own avenging angel--dark misgiving, An ominous sinking at the inmost heart.
By noiselessly going to a prison a civil-resister ensures a calm atmosphere.
No man survives when freedom fails. The best men rot in filthy jails, and those who cry 'appease, appease' are hanged by those they tried to please.
A just chastisement may benefit a man, though it seldom does; but an unjust one changes all his blood to gall.
Probably the only place where a man can feel really secure is in a maximum security prison, except for the imminent threat of release.
In jail a man has no personality. He is a minor disposal problem and a few entries on reports. Nobody cares who loves or hates him, what he looks like, what he did with his life. Nobody reacts to him unless he gives trouble. Nobody abuses him. All that is asked of him is that he go quietly to the right cell and remain quiet when he gets there. There is nothing to fight against, nothing to be mad at. The jailers are quiet men without animosity or sadism.
On a planet that increasingly resembles one huge Maximum Security prison, the only intelligent choice is to plan a jail break.