In a civilized society, all crimes are likely to be sins, but most sins are not and ought not to be treated as crimes.
It was only when I lay there on the rotting prison straw that I sensed within myself the first stirrings of good. Gradually it was disclosed to me that the line separating good and evil passes not between states nor between social classes nor between political parties, but right through every human heart, through all human hearts. And that is why I turn back to the years of my imprisonment and say, sometimes to the astonishment of those about me, bless you, prison, for having been a part of my life.
One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem upon another.
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.
Every crime has, in the moment of its perpetration, Its own avenging angel--dark misgiving, An ominous sinking at the inmost heart.
The best situation of all, and one frequently utilized, is for jails and prisons to allow volunteer ministers of all faiths to enter prisons and offer their services to the inmates who want them. That way, the religious needs of inmates are met but without government funds being spent.
Faults of the head are punished in this world, those of the heart in another; but as most of our vices are compound, so also is their punishment.
To try to raise a son from inside the prison walls is a very difficult thing. But I want to say to the world my son at 16 was the one who tried the most to get me out of prison.
We don't seem to be able to check crime, so why not legalize it and then tax it out of business.
No matter how you seem to fatten on a crime, that can never be good for the bee which is bad for the hive.
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.
To seek the redress of grievances by going to law, is like sheep running for shelter to a bramble bush.
Justice is that virtue of the soul which is distributive according to desert.
They were being driven to a prison, through no fault of their own, in all probability for life. In comparison, how much easier it would be to walk to the gallows than to this tomb of living horrors!
Those magistrates who can prevent crime, and do not, in effect encourage it.
If we were brought to trial for the crimes we have committed against ourselves, few would escape the gallows.
Once we are destined to live out our lives in the prison of our mind, our duty is to furnish it well.