You utter a vow, or forge a signature, and you may find yourself bound for life to a monastery, a woman, or prison.
The reformative effect of punishment is a belief that dies hard, chiefly I think, because it is so satisfying to our sadistic impulses.
One of the problems that the marijuana reform movement consistently faces is that everyone wants to talk about what marijuana does, but no one ever wants to look at what marijuana prohibition does. Marijuana never kicks down your door in the middle of the night. Marijuana never locks up sick and dying people, does not suppress medical research, does not peek in bedroom windows.
Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrist? And what has he been after that they groan and shake their fists? And wherefore is he wearing such a conscience-stricken air? Oh they're taking him to prison for the colour of his hair.
It is hard, but it is excellent, to find the right knowledge of when correction is necessary and when grace doth most avail.
Those magistrates who can prevent crime, and do not, in effect encourage it.
One of the many lessons that one learns in prison is, that things are what they are and will be what they will be.
Mere factual innocence is no reason not to carry out a death sentence properly reached.
We have our own system, ... and journalists in our system are not put in prison for embarrassing the government by revealing things the government might not wish to have revealed. The important thing is that our system, under which journalists can write without fear or favor, should continue.
The only real prison is fear, and the only real freedom is freedom from fear.
The refined punishments of the spiritual mode are usually much more indecent and dangerous than a good smack.
Definition, rationality, and structure are ways of seeing, but they become prisons when they blank out other ways of seeing.
To be in prison so long, it's difficult to remember exactly what you did to get there.
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.
The thoughts of a prisoner - they're not free either. They keep returning to the same things.