In prisons, those things withheld from and denied to the prisoner become precisely what he wants most of all.
It is hard, but it is excellent, to find the right knowledge of when correction is necessary and when grace doth most avail.
To make punishments efficacious, two things are necessary. They must never be disproportioned to the offence, and they must be certain.
If you strike at, imprison, or kill us, out of our prisons or graves we will still evoke a spirit that will thwart you, and perhaps, raise a force that will destroy you! We defy you! Do your worst!
The refined punishments of the spiritual mode are usually much more indecent and dangerous than a good smack.
Show me the prison, Show me the jail, Show me the prisoner whose life has gone stale. And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why And there, but for fortune, go you or I.
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.
Probably the only place where a man can feel really secure is in a maximum security prison, except for the imminent threat of release.
Society has used the juvenile courts to create a caste system where there are throw-away people.
To seek the redress of grievances by going to law, is like sheep running for shelter to a bramble bush.
The mellow sweetness of pumpkin pie off a prison spoon is something you will never forget.
The worst prison is not of stone. It is of a throbbing heart, outraged by an infamous life.
They were being driven to a prison, through no fault of their own, in all probability for life. In comparison, how much easier it would be to walk to the gallows than to this tomb of living horrors!
It is impossible to go through life without trust: That is to be imprisoned in the worst cell of all, oneself.
The degree of civilization in a society can be judged by entering its prisons.
There is no greater punishment of wickedness that that it is dissatisfied with itself and its deeds.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
The perfection of a thing consists in its essence; there are perfect criminals, as there are men of perfect probity.
Those magistrates who can prevent crime, and do not, in effect encourage it.
I have paid no poll-tax for six years. I was put into a jail once on this account, for one night; and, as I stood considering the walls of solid stone, I could not help being struck with the foolishness of that institution which treated me as if I were mere flesh and blood and bones, to be locked up...I saw that, if there was a wall of stone between me and my townsmen, there was a still more difficult one to climb or break through, before they could get to be as free as I was.