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.
Prisons don't rehabilitate, they don't punish, they don't protect, so what the hell do they do?
Justice is that virtue of the soul which is distributive according to desert.
It isn't true that convicts live like animals: animals have more room to move around.
It is more dangerous that even a guilty person should be punished without the forms of law than that he should escape.
It is hard, but it is excellent, to find the right knowledge of when correction is necessary and when grace doth most avail.
By noiselessly going to a prison a civil-resister ensures a calm atmosphere.
The uneven impact of actual enforcement measures tends to mirror and reinforce more general patterns of discrimination (along socioeconomic, racial and ethnic, sexual, and perhaps generational lines) within the society. As a consequence, such enforcement (ineffective as it may be in producing conformity) almost certainly reinforces feelings of alienation already prevalent within major segments of the population.
The perfection of a thing consists in its essence; there are perfect criminals, as there are men of perfect probity.
I can tell you this on a stack of Bibles: prisons are archaic, brutal, unregenerative, overcrowded hell holes where the inmates are treated like animals with absolutely not one humane thought given to what they are going to do once they are released. You're an animal in a cage and you're treated like one.
To seek the redress of grievances by going to law, is like sheep running for shelter to a bramble bush.
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.
Mere factual innocence is no reason not to carry out a death sentence properly reached.
One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem upon another.
I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.
The best situation of all, and one frequently utilized, is for jails and prisons to allow volunteer ministers of all faiths to enter prisons and offer their services to the inmates who want them. That way, the religious needs of inmates are met but without government funds being spent.
Taught from infancy that beauty is woman's sceptre, the mind shapes itself to the body, and roaming round its gilt cage, only seeks to adorn its prison.