In prisons, those things withheld from and denied to the prisoner become precisely what he wants most of all.
Justice is that virtue of the soul which is distributive according to desert.
The contagion of crime is like that of the plague. Criminals collected together corrupt each other; they are worse than ever when at the termination of their punishment they re-enter society.
One of the many lessons that one learns in prison is, that things are what they are and will be what they will be.
If you want total security, go to prison. There you’re fed, clothed, given medical care and so on. The only thing lacking…is freedom.
When you are younger you get blamed for crimes you never committed and when you're older you begin to get credit for virtues you never possessed. It evens itself out.
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.
In a civilized society, all crimes are likely to be sins, but most sins are not and ought not to be treated as crimes.
And while God had work for Paul, he found him friends both in court and prison. Let persecutors send saints to prison, God can provide a keeper for their turn.
It is impossible to go through life without trust: That is to be imprisoned in the worst cell of all, oneself.
Crimes lead one into another; they who are capable of being forgers are capable of being incendiaries.
The thoughts of a prisoner - they're not free either. They keep returning to the same things.
No matter how you seem to fatten on a crime, that can never be good for the bee which is bad for the hive.
No obligation to justice does force a man to be cruel, or to use the sharpest sentence.
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.
Once we are destined to live out our lives in the prison of our mind, our duty is to furnish it well.