A Sunday school is a prison in which children do penance for the evil conscience of their parents.
I don't like being famous - it is like a prison. And driving for Ferrari would make it far worse.
Justice is justice though it's always delayed and finally done only by mistake.
To try to raise a son from inside the prison walls is a very difficult thing. But I want to say to the world my son at 16 was the one who tried the most to get me out of prison.
Money will determine whether the accused goes to prison or walks out of the courtroom a free man.
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.
If we were brought to trial for the crimes we have committed against ourselves, few would escape the gallows.
No obligation to justice does force a man to be cruel, or to use the sharpest sentence.
I was in prison, and you came unto me. Verily I say unto you, inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.
~(Jesus Christ) Matthew 25:36, 40
No written law has been more binding than unwritten custom supported by popular opinion.
It is hard, but it is excellent, to find the right knowledge of when correction is necessary and when grace doth most avail.
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.
Prison makes you a better judge of character. You pick up on people much faster.
If it's near dinner-time, the foreman takes out his watch when the jury has retired, and says: "Dear me, gentlemen, ten minutes to five, I declare! I dine at five, gentlemen." "So do I," says everybody else, except two men who ought to have dined at three and seem more than half disposed to stand out in consequence. The foreman smiles, and puts up his watch:--"Well, gentlemen, what do we say, plaintiff or defendant, gentlemen?
I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.