Organized crime in America takes in over forty billion dollars a year. This is quite a profitable sum, especially when one considers that the Mafia spends very little for office supplies.
There are only two places in the world where time takes precedence over the job to be done. School and prison.
If two people fight on the street, whose fault is it? Who is the criminal? It is the government’s responsibility because the government has not educated the people to not make mistakes. The people have inadequate, incompetent education, so they make mistakes! It is such a fraud.
I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world; And, for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it. Yet I'll hammer it out.
One of the many lessons that one learns in prison is, that things are what they are and will be what they will be.
They took away my money, my family, and my security. Why couldn't they destroy my ideas? We will question them in court tomorrow as we trigger The Revolution of all revolutions!
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.
In a civilized society, all crimes are likely to be sins, but most sins are not and ought not to be treated as crimes.
There is no greater punishment of wickedness that that it is dissatisfied with itself and its deeds.
It is impossible to go through life without trust: That is to be imprisoned in the worst cell of all, oneself.
One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem upon another.
The world itself is but a large prison, out of which some are daily led to execution.
The contagion of crime is like that of the plague. Criminals collected together corrupt each other; they are worse than ever when at the termination of their punishment they re-enter society.
The perfection of a thing consists in its essence; there are perfect criminals, as there are men of perfect probity.
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.