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.
There are only two places in the world where time takes precedence over the job to be done. School and prison.
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.
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.
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.
Crime is a logical extension of the sort of behavior that often [is] considered perfectly respectable in legitimate business.
In a civilized society, all crimes are likely to be sins, but most sins are not and ought not to be treated as crimes.
A Sunday school is a prison in which children do penance for the evil conscience of their parents.
The only difference between me and my fellow actors is that I've spent more time in jail.
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?
Whatever you think of de Sade, he was a complex figure and we should not look for easy answers with him. He was, strangely perhaps, against the death penalty, and he was never put in prison for murders or anything like that.
Wicked deeds are generally done, even with impunity, for the mere desire of occupation.
Fear can be like a prison. It is, however, a self made prison. Many are imprisoned by fear. No one else can liberate them from this prison. Others may inspire them but they must liberate themselves.
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.
The perfection of a thing consists in its essence; there are perfect criminals, as there are men of perfect probity.
Society has used the juvenile courts to create a caste system where there are throw-away people.
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.
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.
Overlook our deeds, since you know that crime was absent from our inclination.
Probably the only place where a man can feel really secure is in a maximum security prison, except for the imminent threat of release.
History is full of people who went to prison or were burned at the stake for proclaiming their ideas. Society has always defended itself.