I never saw a man who looked With such a
I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.
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I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.
In the halls of justice, the only justice is in the halls.
He who profits by a crime commits it.
Steal goods and you’ll go to prison, steal lands and you are a king.
They're not supposed to show prison films in prison. Especially ones that are about escaping.
To seek the redress of grievances by going to law, is like sheep running for shelter to a bramble bush.
We shall not yield to violence. We shall not be deprived of union freedoms. We shall never agree with sending people to prison for their convictions.
I have been studying how I may compare this prison where I live unto the world; Shut up in the prison of their own consciences.
There is a point at which even justice does injury.
To my mind, to kill in war is not a whit better than to commit ordinary murder.
Adversities such as being homeless and going to prison has made many people stronger.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
Crimes lead one into another; they who are capable of being forgers are capable of being incendiaries.
If we look at Houston, which is a very environmentally toxic place, we find that it has one of the highest levels of young men going to prison and also among the highest levels of illiteracy in the country.
It is hard, but it is excellent, to find the right knowledge of when correction is necessary and when grace doth most avail.
Care should be taken that the punishment does not exceed the guilt; and also that some men do not suffer for offenses for which others are not even indicted.
The difference between tax avoidance and tax evasion is the thickness of a prison walls.
In jail a man has no personality. He is a minor disposal problem and a few entries on reports. Nobody cares who loves or hates him, what he looks like, what he did with his life. Nobody reacts to him unless he gives trouble. Nobody abuses him. All that is asked of him is that he go quietly to the right cell and remain quiet when he gets there. There is nothing to fight against, nothing to be mad at. The jailers are quiet men without animosity or sadism.
The solution to our drug problem is not in incarceration.
Since 1957, black people have experienced double-digit unemployment - in good times and bad times. Look at the population of African Americans in prison. They represent more than half the population of prisoners in the country, 55 percent of those on death row.
Society has used the juvenile courts to create a caste system where there are throw-away people.
Laws do not persuade just because they threaten.
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. Even if one takes every reefer madness allegation of the prohibitionists at face value, marijuana prohibition has done far more harm to far more people than marijuana ever could.
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.
Liberty is rendered even more precious by the recollection of servitude.