We're in a war. People who blast some
We're in a war. People who blast some pot on a casual basis are guilty of treason.
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We're in a war. People who blast some pot on a casual basis are guilty of treason.
Justice renders to every one his due.
Overlook our deeds, since you know that crime was absent from our inclination.
The number of laws is constantly growing in all countries and, owing to this, what is called crime is very often not a crime at all, for it contains no element of violence or harm.
We who live in prison, and in whose lives there is no event but sorrow, have to measure time by throbs of pain, and the record of bitter moments.
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.
It becomes not a law-maker to be a law-breaker.
Hard cases, it is said, make bad law.
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!
Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly.
Whatever is worthy to be loved for anything is worthy of preservation. A wise and dispassionate legislator, if any such should ever arise among men, will not condemn to death him who has done or is likely to do more service than injury to society. Blocks and gibbets are the nearest objects with legislators, and their business is never with hopes or with virtues.
Three hundred years ago a prisoner condemned to the Tower of London carved on the wall of his cell this sentiment to keep up his spirits during his long imprisonment: “It is not adversity that kills, but the impatience with which we bear adversity.”
We don't seem to be able to check crime, so why not legalize it and then tax it out of business.
No crime has been without a precedent.
To trial bring her stolen charms, and let her prison be my arms.
He who profits by a crime commits it.
The English laws punish vice; the Chinese laws do more, they reward virtue.
A just chastisement may benefit a man, though it seldom does; but an unjust one changes all his blood to gall.
Some laws of state aimed at curbing crime are even more criminal.
What restrains us from killing is partly fear of punishment, partly moral scruple, and partly what may be described as a sense of humor.
By noiselessly going to a prison a civil-resister ensures a calm atmosphere.
The worst prison is not of stone. It is of a throbbing heart, outraged by an infamous life.
Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law.
He who opens a school door, closes a prison.