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.
A country is in a bad state, which is governed only by laws; because a thousand things occur for which laws cannot provide, and where authority ought to interpose.
I sometimes wish that people would put a little more emphasis upon the observance of the law than they do upon its enforcement.
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.
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.
Everyone is a prisoner of his own experiences. No one can eliminate prejudices - just recognize them.
How dreadful it is when the right judge judges wrong.
Steal goods and you’ll go to prison, steal lands and you are a king.
The only difference between me and my fellow actors is that I've spent more time in jail.
I just remember that disturbing feeling of walking into that prison, the complete loss of privacy, the complete loss of stimulation, dignity.
Prison makes you a better judge of character. You pick up on people much faster.
The mellow sweetness of pumpkin pie off a prison spoon is something you will never forget.
One crime has to be concealed by another.
I existed in a world that never is - the prison of the mind.
Hanging was the worst use a man could be put to.
I asked a man in prison once how he happened to be there and he said he had stolen a pair of shoes. I told him if he had stolen a railroad he would be a United States Senator.
It is not at the table, but in prison, that you learn who your true friends are.
It is hard, but it is excellent, to find the right knowledge of when correction is necessary and when grace doth most avail.
Two men look out the same prison bars; one sees mud and the other stars.
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.
There are dreadful punishments enacted against thieves; but it were much better to make such good provisions, by which every man might be put in a method how to live, and so to be preserved from the fatal necessity of stealing and dying for it.
I have never been contained except I made the prison.
Educate your children to self-control, to the habit of holding passion and prejudice and evil tendencies to an upright and reasoning will, and you have done much to abolish misery from their future lives and crimes to society.
If punishment reaches not the mind and makes not the will supple, it hardens the offender.
He who opens a school door, closes a prison.