Most people fancy themselves innocent of those crimes of which they cannot be convicted.
The only real prison is fear, and the only real freedom is freedom from fear.
It is more dangerous that even a guilty person should be punished without the forms of law than that he should escape.
The punishment can be remitted; the crime is everlasting.
I can tell you this on a stack of Bibles: prisons are archaic, brutal, unregenerative, overcrowded hell holes where the inmates are treated like animals with absolutely not one humane thought given to what they are going to do once they are released. You're an animal in a cage and you're treated like one.
Nor cell, nor chain, nor dungeon speaks to the murderer like the voice of solitude.
I can work for the Lord in or out of prison.
Body is a home, a prison and a grave.
Hard cases, it is said, make bad law.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
Money will determine whether the accused goes to prison or walks out of the courtroom a free man.
When is conduct a crime, and when is a crime not a crime? When Somebody Up There -- a monarch, a dictator, a Pope, a legislator -- so decrees.
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.
A variety in punishment is of utility, as well as a proportion.
He was a first-time nonviolent possible offender, ... And under the mandatory minimums, he was put in prison for 15 years. Not only does the punishment not fit the crime, but the mandatory minimums don't give judges any discretion to look at the background of the case, to read into the specifics of the case. I don't know a judge who really is in favor of the mandatory minimums.
We shall fight against them, throw them in prisons and destroy them.
Virtue pardons the wicked, as the sandal-tree perfumes the axe which strikes it.
Well does Heaven have care that no man secures happiness by crime.
I know not whether laws be right, or whether laws be wrong; All that we know who lie in gaol is that the wall is strong; And that each day is like a year, a year whose days are long.
Liberty is rendered even more precious by the recollection of servitude.
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.
I don't like jail, they got the wrong kind of bars in there.
No crime has been without a precedent.
On a planet that increasingly resembles one huge Maximum Security prison, the only intelligent choice is to plan a jail break.
