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.
In a civilized society, all crimes are likely to be sins, but most sins are not and ought not to be treated as crimes.
Organized crime in America takes in over forty billion dollars a year. This is quite a profitable sum, especially when one considers that the Mafia spends very little for office supplies.
The world itself is but a large prison, out of which some are daily led to execution.
The public have more interest in the punishment of an injury than he who receives it.
Wicked deeds are generally done, even with impunity, for the mere desire of occupation.
The torment of human frustration, whatever its immediate cause, is the knowledge that the self is in prison, its vital force and 'mangled mind' leaking away in lonely, wasteful self-conflict.
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.
Corporal punishment falls far more heavily than most weighty pecuniary penalty.
One of the problems that the marijuana reform movement consistently faces is that everyone wants to talk about what marijuana does, but no one ever wants to look at what marijuana prohibition does. Marijuana never kicks down your door in the middle of the night. Marijuana never locks up sick and dying people, does not suppress medical research, does not peek in bedroom windows. Even if one takes every reefer madness allegation of the prohibitionists at face value, marijuana prohibition has done far more harm to far more people than marijuana ever could.
It is true you cannot eat freedom and you cannot power machinery with democracy. But then neither can political prisoners turn on the light in the cells of a dictatorship.
I wrote a million words in the first year, and I could never have done that outside of prison.
A Sunday school is a prison in which children do penance for the evil conscience of their parents.
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.
Nor cell, nor chain, nor dungeon speaks to the murderer like the voice of solitude.