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.
In prisons, those things withheld from and denied to the prisoner become precisely what he wants most of all.
Crime is a logical extension of the sort of behavior that often [is] considered perfectly respectable in legitimate business.
Justice is justice though it's always delayed and finally done only by mistake.
It is impossible to go through life without trust: That is to be imprisoned in the worst cell of all, oneself.
He was a first-time nonviolent possible offender, ... And under the mandatory minimums, he was put in prison for 15 years. Not only does the punishment not fit the crime, but the mandatory minimums don't give judges any discretion to look at the background of the case, to read into the specifics of the case. I don't know a judge who really is in favor of the mandatory minimums.
Justice is that virtue of the soul which is distributive according to desert.
There's no greater threat to our independence, to our cherished freedoms and personal liberties than the continual, relentless injection of these insidious poisons into our system. We must decide whether we cherish independence from drugs, without which there is no freedom.
A Sunday school is a prison in which children do penance for the evil conscience of their parents.
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.
It is better that ten guilty persons escape, than that one innocent suffer.
No matter how you seem to fatten on a crime, that can never be good for the bee which is bad for the hive.
Show me the prison, Show me the jail, Show me the prisoner whose life has gone stale. And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why And there, but for fortune, go you or I.
The refined punishments of the spiritual mode are usually much more indecent and dangerous than a good smack.
No man survives when freedom fails. The best men rot in filthy jails, and those who cry 'appease, appease' are hanged by those they tried to please.