If two people fight on the street, whose fault is it? Who is the criminal? It is the government’s responsibility because the government has not educated the people to not make mistakes. The people have inadequate, incompetent education, so they make mistakes! It is such a fraud.
Crime succeeds by sudden despatch; honest counsels gain vigor by delay.
I know how men in exile feed on dreams of hope.
When is conduct a crime, and when is a crime not a crime? When Somebody Up There -- a monarch, a dictator, a Pope, a legislator -- so decrees.
The worst prison is not of stone. It is of a throbbing heart, outraged by an infamous life.
Steal goods and you’ll go to prison, steal lands and you are a king.
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.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
Well does Heaven have care that no man secures happiness by crime.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
The object of punishment is prevention from evil; it never can be made impulsive to good.
Organized crime in America takes in over forty billion dollars a year. This is quite a profitable sum, especially when one considers that the Mafia spends very little for office supplies.
Man is born free, and everywhere he is in chains.
History is full of people who went to prison or were burned at the stake for proclaiming their ideas. Society has always defended itself.
Wherever any one is against his will, that is to him a prison.
Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law.
While crime is punished it yet increases.
As we grow in wisdom, we pardon more freely.
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.
Every crime has, in the moment of its perpetration, Its own avenging angel--dark misgiving, An ominous sinking at the inmost heart.
I know not whether laws be right, or whether laws be wrong; All that we know who lie in gaol is that the wall is strong; And that each day is like a year, a year whose days are long.
You utter a vow, or forge a signature, and you may find yourself bound for life to a monastery, a woman, or prison.
The mellow sweetness of pumpkin pie off a prison spoon is something you will never forget.
To be at peace in crime! Ah, who can thus flatter himself.
