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.
If we were brought to trial for the crimes we have committed against ourselves, few would escape the gallows.
If you strike at, imprison, or kill us, out of our prisons or graves we will still evoke a spirit that will thwart you, and perhaps, raise a force that will destroy you! We defy you! Do your worst!
Overlook our deeds, since you know that crime was absent from our inclination.
I was put into jail as I was going to the shoemaker's to get a shoe which was mended. When I was let out the next morning, I proceeded to finish my errand, and, having put on my mended shoe, joined a huckleberry party, who were impatient to put themselves under my conduct; and in half an hour -- for the horse was soon tackled -- was in the midst of a huckleberry field, on one of our highest hills, two miles off, and then the State was nowhere to be seen.
History is full of people who went to prison or were burned at the stake for proclaiming their ideas. Society has always defended itself.
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.
If punishment reaches not the mind and makes not the will supple, it hardens the offender.
On a planet that increasingly resembles one huge Maximum Security prison, the only intelligent choice is to plan a jail break.
Those magistrates who can prevent crime, and do not, in effect encourage it.
Nor cell, nor chain, nor dungeon speaks to the murderer like the voice of solitude.
Law is merely the expression of the will of the strongest for the time being, and therefore laws have no fixity, but shift from generation to generation.
We shall not yield to violence. We shall not be deprived of union freedoms. We shall never agree with sending people to prison for their convictions.
There is no greater punishment of wickedness that that it is dissatisfied with itself and its deeds.
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.
A man will be imprisoned in a room with a door that's unlocked and opens inwards, as long as it does not occur to him to pull rather than push.
Justice is justice though it's always delayed and finally done only by mistake.
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.
I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.