When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
Pardon is the virtue of victory.
Fast closed with double grills And triple gates–the cell To wicked souls is hell; But to a mind that's innocent 'Tis only iron, wood and stone.
Kill a man, and you are an assassin. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill everyone, and you are a God.
There are few better measures of the concern a society has for its individual members and its own well being than the way it handles criminals.
A sick person is a prisoner.
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.
Women have worked hard; starved in prison; given of their time and lives that we might sit in the House of Commons and take part in the legislating of this country.
Self is the only prison that can bind the soul.
You stuff somebody into the American dream, and it becomes a prison.
A just chastisement may benefit a man, though it seldom does; but an unjust one changes all his blood to gall.
To make punishments efficacious, two things are necessary. They must never be disproportioned to the offence, and they must be certain.
The worst of prison life, he thought, was not being able to close his door.
The punishment can be remitted; the crime is everlasting.
Well, I don't think prisons are the answer to everything, obviously.
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.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
Shyness is the prison of the heart.
Distrust all in whom the impulse to punish is powerful.
Prisons don't rehabilitate, they don't punish, they don't protect, so what the hell do they do?
Do not lay on the multitude the blame that is due to a few.
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.
If it's near dinner-time, the foreman takes out his watch when the jury has retired, and says: "Dear me, gentlemen, ten minutes to five, I declare! I dine at five, gentlemen." "So do I," says everybody else, except two men who ought to have dined at three and seem more than half disposed to stand out in consequence. The foreman smiles, and puts up his watch:--"Well, gentlemen, what do we say, plaintiff or defendant, gentlemen?
The power of punishment is to silence, not to confute.
