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.
Corporal punishment falls far more heavily than most weighty pecuniary penalty.
We're in a war. People who blast some pot on a casual basis are guilty of treason.
Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law.
He who profits by a crime commits it.
Prison, dungeons, blessed places where evil is impossible because they are the crossroads of all the evil in the world. One cannot commit evil in hell.
He who opens a school door, closes a prison.
Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of their own minds.
Probably the only place where a man can feel really secure is in a maximum security prison, except for the imminent threat of release.
Only free men can negotiate. Prisoners cannot enter into contracts.
While we have prisons it matters little which of us occupy the cells.
Every instance of a man's suffering the penalty of the law is an instance of the failure of that penalty in effecting its purpose, which is to deter.
Man is born free, and everywhere he is in chains.
I never told a victim story about my imprisonment. Instead, I told a transformation story - about how prison changed my outlook, about how I saw that communication, truth, and trust are at the heart of power.
Educate your children to self-control, to the habit of holding passion and prejudice and evil tendencies to an upright and reasoning will, and you have done much to abolish misery from their future lives and crimes to society.
Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrist? And what has he been after that they groan and shake their fists? And wherefore is he wearing such a conscience-stricken air? Oh they're taking him to prison for the colour of his hair.
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?
Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass, Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron, Can be retentive to the strength of spirit; But life, being weary of these worldly bars, Never lacks power to dismiss itself.
In prisons, those things withheld from and denied to the prisoner become precisely what he wants most of all.
One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem upon another.
It is safer that a bad man should not be accused, than that he should be acquitted.
Assassination is the extreme form of censorship.
Justice is that virtue of the soul which is distributive according to desert.
As we grow in wisdom, we pardon more freely.
