What restrains us from killing is partly fear of punishment, partly moral scruple, and partly what may be described as a sense of humor.
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.
To my mind, to kill in war is not a whit better than to commit ordinary murder.
One of the many lessons that one learns in prison is, that things are what they are and will be what they will be.
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.
The perfection of a thing consists in its essence; there are perfect criminals, as there are men of perfect probity.
A country is in a bad state, which is governed only by laws; because a thousand things occur for which laws cannot provide, and where authority ought to interpose.
Mere factual innocence is no reason not to carry out a death sentence properly reached.
The uneven impact of actual enforcement measures tends to mirror and reinforce more general patterns of discrimination (along socioeconomic, racial and ethnic, sexual, and perhaps generational lines) within the society. As a consequence, such enforcement (ineffective as it may be in producing conformity) almost certainly reinforces feelings of alienation already prevalent within major segments of the population.
Crime is a logical extension of the sort of behavior that often [is] considered perfectly respectable in legitimate business.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
Concepts of justice must have hands and feet to carry out justice in every case in the shortest possible time and the lowest possible cost. That is the challenge to every lawyer and judge in America.
Overlook our deeds, since you know that crime was absent from our inclination.
Most people fancy themselves innocent of those crimes of which they cannot be convicted.
Once we are destined to live out our lives in the prison of our mind, our duty is to furnish it well.
The world itself is but a large prison, out of which some are daily led to execution.
History is full of people who went to prison or were burned at the stake for proclaiming their ideas. Society has always defended itself.
Written laws are like spiders' webs, and will, like them, only entangle and hold the poor and weak, while the rich and powerful will easily break through them.