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.
A variety in punishment is of utility, as well as a proportion.
There is no greater punishment of wickedness that that it is dissatisfied with itself and its deeds.
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.
Adversities such as being homeless and going to prison has made many people stronger.
If we were brought to trial for the crimes we have committed against ourselves, few would escape the gallows.
Show me the prison, Show me the jail, Show me the prisoner whose life has gone stale. And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why And there, but for fortune, go you or I.
To seek the redress of grievances by going to law, is like sheep running for shelter to a bramble bush.
Here the great art lies, to discern in what the law is to be to restraint and punishment, and in what things persuasion only is to work.
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.”
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
Justice is justice though it's always delayed and finally done only by mistake.
By noiselessly going to a prison a civil-resister ensures a calm atmosphere.
The worst of prison life, he thought, was not being able to close his door.
The law does not pretend to punish everything that is dishonest. That would seriously interfere with business.
Intellectual despair results in neither weakness nor dreams, but in violence. It is only a matter of knowing how to give vent to one's rage; whether one only wants to wander like madmen around prisons, or whether one wants to overturn them.
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.