Written laws are like spiders' webs, and will, like them, only entangle and hold the poor and weak, while the rich and powerful will easily break through them.
No man survives when freedom fails. The best men rot in filthy jails, and those who cry 'appease, appease' are hanged by those they tried to please.
Crimes lead one into another; they who are capable of being forgers are capable of being incendiaries.
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?
If you treat prisoners well, they will be less angry, less inclined to violence inside prison, less likely to provoke violent actions by guards, less likely to have reason to file brutality lawsuits that cost taxpayers a bundle and waste administrators' time. And most important, well-treated prisoners will be less likely to leave prison angrier, more vicious and more inclined to criminal behavior than when they went in.
One crime is everything; two nothing.
Any punishment that does not correct, that can merely rouse rebellion in whoever has to endure it, is a piece of gratuitous infamy which makes those who impose it more guilty in the eyes of humanity, good sense and reason, nay a hundred times more guilty than the victim on whom the punishment is inflicted.
Crime succeeds by sudden despatch; honest counsels gain vigor by delay.
There is no greater punishment of wickedness that that it is dissatisfied with itself and its deeds.
Three hundred years ago a prisoner condemned to the Tower of London carved on the wall of his cell this sentiment to keep up his spirits during his long imprisonment: “It is not adversity that kills, but the impatience with which we bear adversity.”
So justice while she winks at crimes, Stumbles on innocence sometimes.
Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law.
Women now have choices. They can be married, not married, have a job, not have a job, be married with children, unmarried with children. Men have the same choice we've always had: work, or prison.
Nelson Mandela and Malcolm X came out of prison stronger.
I don't like being famous - it is like a prison. And driving for Ferrari would make it far worse.
The guilt of enforced crimes lies on those who impose them.
Adversities such as being homeless and going to prison has made many people stronger.
Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of their own minds.
He who does not prevent a crime when he can, encourages it.
While crime is punished it yet increases.
A pedestal is as much a prison as any small, confined space.
Wherever any one is against his will, that is to him a prison.
Wicked deeds are generally done, even with impunity, for the mere desire of occupation.
It is not at the table, but in prison, that you learn who your true friends are.
