I can tell you this on a stack of Bibles: prisons are archaic, brutal, unregenerative, overcrowded hell holes where the inmates are treated like animals with absolutely not one humane thought given to what they are going to do once they are released. You're an animal in a cage and you're treated like one.
Definition, rationality, and structure are ways of seeing, but they become prisons when they blank out other ways of seeing.
Overlook our deeds, since you know that crime was absent from our inclination.
If you want total security, go to prison. There you’re fed, clothed, given medical care and so on. The only thing lacking…is freedom.
Why would anyone expect him to come out smarter? He went to prison for three years, not Princeton.
Here the great art lies, to discern in what the law is to be to restraint and punishment, and in what things persuasion only is to work.
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 hard, but it is excellent, to find the right knowledge of when correction is necessary and when grace doth most avail.
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.
Three hundred years ago a prisoner condemned to the Tower of London carved on the wall of his cell this sentiment to keep up his spirits during his long imprisonment: “It is not adversity that kills, but the impatience with which we bear adversity.”
No obligation to justice does force a man to be cruel, or to use the sharpest sentence.
Justice is that virtue of the soul which is distributive according to desert.
Prison makes you a better judge of character. You pick up on people much faster.
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.
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.
We're in a war. People who blast some pot on a casual basis are guilty of treason.
What restrains us from killing is partly fear of punishment, partly moral scruple, and partly what may be described as a sense of humor.
I was in prison, and you came unto me. Verily I say unto you, inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.
~(Jesus Christ) Matthew 25:36, 40