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.
He who profits by a crime commits it.
Hard cases, it is said, make bad law.
Justice renders to every one his due.
Body is a home, a prison and a grave.
I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world; And, for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it. Yet I'll hammer it out.
Governments have tried to stop crime through punishment throughout the ages, but crime continued in the past punishment remains. Crime can only be stopped through a preventive approach in the schools. You teach the students Transcendental Meditation, and right away they’ll begin using their full brain physiology sensible and they will not get sidetracked into wrong things.
I don't like jail, they got the wrong kind of bars in there.
It is more dangerous that even a guilty person should be punished without the forms of law than that he should escape.
Prison continues, on those who are entrusted to it, a work begun elsewhere, which the whole of society pursues on each individual through innumerable mechanisms of discipline.
Nelson Mandela and Malcolm X came out of prison stronger.
What is crime amongst the multitude, is only vice among the few.
It becomes not a law-maker to be a law-breaker.
One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem upon another.
The severest justice may not always be the best policy.
Virtue pardons the wicked, as the sandal-tree perfumes the axe which strikes it.
Some laws of state aimed at curbing crime are even more criminal.
Reality becomes a prison to those who can’t get out of it.
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.
You utter a vow, or forge a signature, and you may find yourself bound for life to a monastery, a woman, or prison.
I know not whether laws be right, or whether laws be wrong; All that we know who lie in gaol is that the wall is strong; And that each day is like a year, a year whose days are long.
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.
Women have worked hard; starved in prison; given of their time and lives that we might sit in the House of Commons and take part in the legislating of this country.
I am an expert of electricity. My father occupied the chair of applied electricity at the state prison.
