The refined punishments of the spiritual mode are usually much more indecent and dangerous than a good smack.
Probably the only place where a man can feel really secure is in a maximum security prison, except for the imminent threat of release.
One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem upon another.
In prisons, those things withheld from and denied to the prisoner become precisely what he wants most of all.
The worst of prison life, he thought, was not being able to close his door.
One should respect public opinion insofar as is necessary to avoid starvation and keep out of prison, but anything that goes beyond this is voluntary submission to an unnecessary tyranny.
There are only two places in the world where time takes precedence over the job to be done. School and prison.
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.
Trial by jury itself, instead of being a security to persons who are accused, shall be a delusion, a mockery, and a snare.
By noiselessly going to a prison a civil-resister ensures a calm atmosphere.
He was a first-time nonviolent possible offender, ... And under the mandatory minimums, he was put in prison for 15 years. Not only does the punishment not fit the crime, but the mandatory minimums don't give judges any discretion to look at the background of the case, to read into the specifics of the case. I don't know a judge who really is in favor of the mandatory minimums.
Those magistrates who can prevent crime, and do not, in effect encourage it.
To my mind, to kill in war is not a whit better than to commit ordinary murder.
Once we are destined to live out our lives in the prison of our mind, our duty is to furnish it well.
The penalty for laughing in a courtroom is six months in jail; if it were not for this penalty, the jury would never hear the evidence.
We who live in prison, and in whose lives there is no event but sorrow, have to measure time by throbs of pain, and the record of bitter moments.
The object of punishment is prevention from evil; it never can be made impulsive to good.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.