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.
Well, I don't think prisons are the answer to everything, obviously.
The punishment can be remitted; the crime is everlasting.
I existed in a world that never is - the prison of the mind.
Laws do not persuade just because they threaten.
Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of their own minds.
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.
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.
The best situation of all, and one frequently utilized, is for jails and prisons to allow volunteer ministers of all faiths to enter prisons and offer their services to the inmates who want them. That way, the religious needs of inmates are met but without government funds being spent.
The public have more interest in the punishment of an injury than he who receives it.
There is no peace because the making of peace is at least as costly as the making of war - at least as exigent, at least as disruptive, at least as liable to bring disgrace and prison and death in its wake.
Two men look out the same prison bars; one sees mud and the other stars.
Body is a home, a prison and a grave.
To be in prison so long, it's difficult to remember exactly what you did to get there.
Man is born free, and everywhere he is in chains.
There is a point at which even justice does injury.
I have never been contained except I made the prison.
Wherever any one is against his will, that is to him a prison.
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.
You utter a vow, or forge a signature, and you may find yourself bound for life to a monastery, a woman, or prison.
It is true you cannot eat freedom and you cannot power machinery with democracy. But then neither can political prisoners turn on the light in the cells of a dictatorship.
Those magistrates who can prevent crime, and do not, in effect encourage it.
No written law has been more binding than unwritten custom supported by popular opinion.
By noiselessly going to a prison a civil-resister ensures a calm atmosphere.