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.
It was only when I lay there on the rotting prison straw that I sensed within myself the first stirrings of good. Gradually it was disclosed to me that the line separating good and evil passes not between states nor between social classes nor between political parties, but right through every human heart, through all human hearts. And that is why I turn back to the years of my imprisonment and say, sometimes to the astonishment of those about me, bless you, prison, for having been a part of my life.
No matter how you seem to fatten on a crime, that can never be good for the bee which is bad for the hive.
He was a first-time nonviolent possible offender, ... And under the mandatory minimums, he was put in prison for 15 years. Not only does the punishment not fit the crime, but the mandatory minimums don't give judges any discretion to look at the background of the case, to read into the specifics of the case. I don't know a judge who really is in favor of the mandatory minimums.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
To seek the redress of grievances by going to law, is like sheep running for shelter to a bramble bush.
If punishment reaches not the mind and makes not the will supple, it hardens the offender.
The object of punishment is prevention from evil; it never can be made impulsive to good.
If we were brought to trial for the crimes we have committed against ourselves, few would escape the gallows.
To make punishments efficacious, two things are necessary. They must never be disproportioned to the offence, and they must be certain.
They're not supposed to show prison films in prison. Especially ones that are about escaping.
One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem upon another.
I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.
Society has used the juvenile courts to create a caste system where there are throw-away people.
The world itself is but a large prison, out of which some are daily led to execution.
Probably the only place where a man can feel really secure is in a maximum security prison, except for the imminent threat of release.
When the Nazis came for the communists, I remained silent; I was not a communist. When they locked up the social democrats, I remained silent; I was not a social democrat. When they came for the trade unionists, I did not speak out; I was not a trade unionist. When they came for me, there was no one left to speak out.