The refined punishments of the spiritual mode are usually much more indecent and dangerous than a good smack.
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.
It is true you cannot eat freedom and you cannot power machinery with democracy. But then neither can political prisoners turn on the light in the cells of a dictatorship.
One of the many lessons that one learns in prison is, that things are what they are and will be what they will be.
There are only two places in the world where time takes precedence over the job to be done. School and prison.
In prisons, those things withheld from and denied to the prisoner become precisely what he wants most of all.
Corporal punishment falls far more heavily than most weighty pecuniary penalty.
The perfection of a thing consists in its essence; there are perfect criminals, as there are men of perfect probity.
Crimes lead one into another; they who are capable of being forgers are capable of being incendiaries.
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.
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.
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.
We're in a war. People who blast some pot on a casual basis are guilty of treason.
On a planet that increasingly resembles one huge Maximum Security prison, the only intelligent choice is to plan a jail break.
Justice is that virtue of the soul which is distributive according to desert.
One should respect public opinion insofar as is necessary to avoid starvation and keep out of prison, but anything that goes beyond this is voluntary submission to an unnecessary tyranny.
The English laws punish vice; the Chinese laws do more, they reward virtue.
We who live in prison, and in whose lives there is no event but sorrow, have to measure time by throbs of pain, and the record of bitter moments.