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 have been studying how I may compare this prison where I live unto the world; Shut up in the prison of their own consciences.
No matter how you seem to fatten on a crime, that can never be good for the bee which is bad for the hive.
Money will determine whether the accused goes to prison or walks out of the courtroom a free man.
They're not supposed to show prison films in prison. Especially ones that are about escaping.
It is safer that a bad man should not be accused, than that he should be acquitted.
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.
I just remember that disturbing feeling of walking into that prison, the complete loss of privacy, the complete loss of stimulation, dignity.
The only real prison is fear, and the only real freedom is freedom from fear.
In a civilized society, all crimes are likely to be sins, but most sins are not and ought not to be treated as crimes.
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.
A just chastisement may benefit a man, though it seldom does; but an unjust one changes all his blood to gall.
If it's near dinner-time, the foreman takes out his watch when the jury has retired, and says: "Dear me, gentlemen, ten minutes to five, I declare! I dine at five, gentlemen." "So do I," says everybody else, except two men who ought to have dined at three and seem more than half disposed to stand out in consequence. The foreman smiles, and puts up his watch:--"Well, gentlemen, what do we say, plaintiff or defendant, gentlemen?