To trial bring her stolen charms, and
To trial bring her stolen charms, and let her prison be my arms.
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To trial bring her stolen charms, and let her prison be my arms.
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.
There is no peace because the making of peace is at least as costly as the making of war - at least as exigent, at least as disruptive, at least as liable to bring disgrace and prison and death in its wake.
The punishment can be remitted; the crime is everlasting.
I never told a victim story about my imprisonment. Instead, I told a transformation story - about how prison changed my outlook, about how I saw that communication, truth, and trust are at the heart of power.
Written laws are like spiders' webs, and will, like them, only entangle and hold the poor and weak, while the rich and powerful will easily break through them.
We shall fight against them, throw them in prisons and destroy them.
When is conduct a crime, and when is a crime not a crime? When Somebody Up There -- a monarch, a dictator, a Pope, a legislator -- so decrees.
The worst of prison life, he thought, was not being able to close his door.
The English laws punish vice; the Chinese laws do more, they reward virtue.
Only free men can negotiate. Prisoners cannot enter into contracts.
Steal goods and you’ll go to prison, steal lands and you are a king.
Wherever any one is against his will, that is to him a prison.
It is not at the table, but in prison, that you learn who your true friends are.
We are prisoners of ideas.
It is safer that a bad man should not be accused, than that he should be acquitted.
Do not lay on the multitude the blame that is due to a few.
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.
I am an expert of electricity. My father occupied the chair of applied electricity at the state prison.
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.”
There is a point at which even justice does injury.
I know not whether laws be right, or whether laws be wrong; All that we know who lie in gaol is that the wall is strong; And that each day is like a year, a year whose days are long.
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.
A sick person is a prisoner.
Civilization is maintained by a very few people in a small number of places and we need only some bombs and a few prisons to blot it out altogether.