The object of punishment is prevention from evil; it never can be made impulsive to good.
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.
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.
There is no peace because the making of peace is at least as costly as the making of war - at least as exigent, at least as disruptive, at least as liable to bring disgrace and prison and death in its wake.
One of the many lessons that one learns in prison is, that things are what they are and will be what they will be.
In prisons, those things withheld from and denied to the prisoner become precisely what he wants most of all.
Intellectual despair results in neither weakness nor dreams, but in violence. It is only a matter of knowing how to give vent to one's rage; whether one only wants to wander like madmen around prisons, or whether one wants to overturn them.
It isn't true that convicts live like animals: animals have more room to move around.
It is hard, but it is excellent, to find the right knowledge of when correction is necessary and when grace doth most avail.
The only real prison is fear, and the only real freedom is freedom from fear.
Nor cell, nor chain, nor dungeon speaks to the murderer like the voice of solitude.
No matter how you seem to fatten on a crime, that can never be good for the bee which is bad for the hive.