To trial bring her stolen charms, and let her prison be my arms.
Justice is that virtue of the soul which is distributive according to desert.
They took away my money, my family, and my security. Why couldn't they destroy my ideas? We will question them in court tomorrow as we trigger The Revolution of all revolutions!
The mellow sweetness of pumpkin pie off a prison spoon is something you will never forget.
We don't seem to be able to check crime, so why not legalize it and then tax it out of business.
Wicked deeds are generally done, even with impunity, for the mere desire of occupation.
While crime is punished it yet increases.
I am an expert of electricity. My father occupied the chair of applied electricity at the state prison.
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.
It is impossible to go through life without trust: That is to be imprisoned in the worst cell of all, oneself.
Nor cell, nor chain, nor dungeon speaks to the murderer like the voice of solitude.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
If we look at Houston, which is a very environmentally toxic place, we find that it has one of the highest levels of young men going to prison and also among the highest levels of illiteracy in the country.
Fast closed with double grills And triple gates–the cell To wicked souls is hell; But to a mind that's innocent 'Tis only iron, wood and stone.
In my country we go to prison first and then become President.
Everyone is a prisoner of his own experiences. No one can eliminate prejudices - just recognize them.
Probably the only place where a man can feel really secure is in a maximum security prison, except for the imminent threat of release.
Forgiveness, that noblest of all self-denial, is a virtue which he alone who can practise in himself can willingly believe in another.
Self is the only prison that can bind the soul.
Crimes generally punish themselves.
If punishment reaches not the mind and makes not the will supple, it hardens the offender.
Distrust all in whom the impulse to punish is powerful.
If you share the crime of your friend, you make it your own.
The contagion of crime is like that of the plague. Criminals collected together corrupt each other; they are worse than ever when at the termination of their punishment they re-enter society.
You utter a vow, or forge a signature, and you may find yourself bound for life to a monastery, a woman, or prison.
