In prison, you get the chance to see who
In prison, you get the chance to see who really loves you.
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In prison, you get the chance to see who really loves you.
Justice renders to every one his due.
To my mind, to kill in war is not a whit better than to commit ordinary murder.
To seek the redress of grievances by going to law, is like sheep running for shelter to a bramble bush.
Kill a man, and you are an assassin. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill everyone, and you are a God.
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.
Trial by jury itself, instead of being a security to persons who are accused, shall be a delusion, a mockery, and a snare.
The common argument that crime is caused by poverty is a kind of slander on the poor.
He who profits by a crime commits it.
Self is the only prison that can bind the soul.
The punishment can be remitted; the crime is everlasting.
Since 1957, black people have experienced double-digit unemployment - in good times and bad times. Look at the population of African Americans in prison. They represent more than half the population of prisoners in the country, 55 percent of those on death row.
When you are younger you get blamed for crimes you never committed and when you're older you begin to get credit for virtues you never possessed. It evens itself out.
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!
Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrist? And what has he been after that they groan and shake their fists? And wherefore is he wearing such a conscience-stricken air? Oh they're taking him to prison for the colour of his hair.
It is the spirit and not the form of law that keeps justice alive.
No crime has been without a precedent.
Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass, Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron, Can be retentive to the strength of spirit; But life, being weary of these worldly bars, Never lacks power to dismiss itself.
Wherever any one is against his will, that is to him a prison.
The thoughts of a prisoner - they're not free either. They keep returning to the same things.
In the halls of justice, the only justice is in the halls.
We're in a war. People who blast some pot on a casual basis are guilty of treason.
The reformative effect of punishment is a belief that dies hard, chiefly I think, because it is so satisfying to our sadistic impulses.
Liberty is rendered even more precious by the recollection of servitude.
He who opens a school door, closes a prison.