In the halls of justice, the only justice is in the halls.
If you treat prisoners well, they will be less angry, less inclined to violence inside prison, less likely to provoke violent actions by guards, less likely to have reason to file brutality lawsuits that cost taxpayers a bundle and waste administrators' time. And most important, well-treated prisoners will be less likely to leave prison angrier, more vicious and more inclined to criminal behavior than when they went in.
He who opens a school door, closes a prison.
To seek the redress of grievances by going to law, is like sheep running for shelter to a bramble bush.
Prosecution I have managed to avoid; but I have been arrested, charged in a police court, have refused to be bound over, and thereupon have been unconditionally released - to my great regret; for I have always wanted to know what going to prison was like.
A sick person is a prisoner.
The thoughts of a prisoner - they're not free either. They keep returning to the same things.
They took away my money, my family, and my security. Why couldn't they destroy my ideas? We will question them in court tomorrow as we trigger The Revolution of all revolutions!
There are few better measures of the concern a society has for its individual members and its own well being than the way it handles criminals.
Nor cell, nor chain, nor dungeon speaks to the murderer like the voice of solitude.
Steal goods and you’ll go to prison, steal lands and you are a king.
What restrains us from killing is partly fear of punishment, partly moral scruple, and partly what may be described as a sense of humor.
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.
Virtue pardons the wicked, as the sandal-tree perfumes the axe which strikes it.
The law does not pretend to punish everything that is dishonest. That would seriously interfere with business.
You stuff somebody into the American dream, and it becomes a prison.
One of the many lessons that one learns in prison is, that things are what they are and will be what they will be.
It isn't true that convicts live like animals: animals have more room to move around.
Women now have choices. They can be married, not married, have a job, not have a job, be married with children, unmarried with children. Men have the same choice we've always had: work, or prison.
Let us remember that justice must be observed even to the lowest.
It is impossible to go through life without trust: That is to be imprisoned in the worst cell of all, oneself.
Prison continues, on those who are entrusted to it, a work begun elsewhere, which the whole of society pursues on each individual through innumerable mechanisms of discipline.
Only free men can negotiate. Prisoners cannot enter into contracts.
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?
Those magistrates who can prevent crime, and do not, in effect encourage it.
