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.
It is better that ten guilty persons escape, than that one innocent suffer.
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.
No matter how you seem to fatten on a crime, that can never be good for the bee which is bad for the hive.
On a planet that increasingly resembles one huge Maximum Security prison, the only intelligent choice is to plan a jail break.
I don't like being famous - it is like a prison. And driving for Ferrari would make it far worse.
We don't seem to be able to check crime, so why not legalize it and then tax it out of business.
The worst prison is not of stone. It is of a throbbing heart, outraged by an infamous life.
It is not at the table, but in prison, that you learn who your true friends are.
I have been studying how I may compare this prison where I live unto the world; Shut up in the prison of their own consciences.
To my mind, to kill in war is not a whit better than to commit ordinary murder.
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.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
Care should be taken that the punishment does not exceed the guilt; and also that some men do not suffer for offenses for which others are not even indicted.
Society has used the juvenile courts to create a caste system where there are throw-away people.
I wrote a million words in the first year, and I could never have done that outside of prison.
The object of punishment is prevention from evil; it never can be made impulsive to good.
The common argument that crime is caused by poverty is a kind of slander on the poor.
Wicked deeds are generally done, even with impunity, for the mere desire of occupation.
Virtue pardons the wicked, as the sandal-tree perfumes the axe which strikes it.
He had drawn many a thousand of these rations in prisons and camps, and though he'd never had an opportunity to weight them on scales, and although, being a man of timid nature, he knew no way of standing up for his rights, he, like every other prisoner, had discovered long ago that honest weight was never to be found in the bread-cutting. There was short weight in every ration. The only point was how short. So every day you took a look to soothe your soul - today, maybe, they haven't snitched any.