In jail a man has no personality. He is a minor disposal problem and a few entries on reports. Nobody cares who loves or hates him, what he looks like, what he did with his life. Nobody reacts to him unless he gives trouble. Nobody abuses him. All that is asked of him is that he go quietly to the right cell and remain quiet when he gets there. There is nothing to fight against, nothing to be mad at. The jailers are quiet men without animosity or sadism.
The degree of civilization in a society can be judged by entering its prisons.
So justice while she winks at crimes, Stumbles on innocence sometimes.
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.
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?
In prison, you get the chance to see who really loves you.
A variety in punishment is of utility, as well as a proportion.
America is the land of the second chance – and when the gates of the prison open, the path ahead should lead to a better life.
Do not lay on the multitude the blame that is due to a few.
Federal prison, if you get any of it, you're going to have to do 85% of it. And the reason why I called it that is because I had a friend who got sent to the federal joint and his whole... it wasn't about him being in jail. He cried about the 85%.
We are prisoners of ideas.
Prisons don't rehabilitate, they don't punish, they don't protect, so what the hell do they do?
Body is a home, a prison and a grave.
We shall fight against them, throw them in prisons and destroy them.
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.
The worst prison is not of stone. It is of a throbbing heart, outraged by an infamous life.
To make punishments efficacious, two things are necessary. They must never be disproportioned to the offence, and they must be certain.
Adversities such as being homeless and going to prison has made many people stronger.
One crime is everything; two nothing.
To trial bring her stolen charms, and let her prison be my arms.
Crimes lead one into another; they who are capable of being forgers are capable of being incendiaries.
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.”
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.
Justice renders to every one his due.
Shyness is the prison of the heart.
