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.
Fast closed with double grills
And triple gates – the cell
To wicked souls is hell;
But to a mind that's innocent
'Tis only iron, wood and stone.
We're in a war. People who blast some pot on a casual basis are guilty of treason.
Why would anyone expect him to come out smarter? He went to prison for three years, not Princeton.
The number of laws is constantly growing in all countries and, owing to this, what is called crime is very often not a crime at all, for it contains no element of violence or harm.
You utter a vow, or forge a signature, and you may find yourself bound for life to a monastery, a woman, or prison.
Prison, dungeons, blessed places where evil is impossible because they are the crossroads of all the evil in the world. One cannot commit evil in hell.
There are only two places in the world where time takes precedence over the job to be done. School and prison.
Nor cell, nor chain, nor dungeon speaks to the murderer like the voice of solitude.
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.
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.
If two people fight on the street, whose fault is it? Who is the criminal? It is the government’s responsibility because the government has not educated the people to not make mistakes. The people have inadequate, incompetent education, so they make mistakes! It is such a fraud.
Educate your children to self-control, to the habit of holding passion and prejudice and evil tendencies to an upright and reasoning will, and you have done much to abolish misery from their future lives and crimes to society.
It is safer that a bad man should not be accused, than that he should be acquitted.
I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.
It is the deed that teaches, not the name we give it. Murder and capital punishment are not opposites that cancel one another, but similars that breed their own kind.
Women have worked hard; starved in prison; given of their time and lives that we might sit in the House of Commons and take part in the legislating of this country.
It is impossible to go through life without trust: That is to be imprisoned in the worst cell of all, oneself.