The number of laws is constantly growing in all countries and, owing to this, what is called crime is very often not a crime at all, for it contains no element of violence or harm.
Experts and the educated elite have replaced what worked with what sounded good. Society was far more civilized before they took over our schools, prisons, welfare programs, police departments and courts. It's high time we ran these people out of our lives and went back to common sense.
The thoughts of a prisoner - they're not free either. They keep returning to the same things.
Virtue pardons the wicked, as the sandal-tree perfumes the axe which strikes it.
The only real prison is fear, and the only real freedom is freedom from fear.
I don't like being famous - it is like a prison. And driving for Ferrari would make it far worse.
In a civilized society, all crimes are likely to be sins, but most sins are not and ought not to be treated as crimes.
In prisons, those things withheld from and denied to the prisoner become precisely what he wants most of all.
Care should be taken that the punishment does not exceed the guilt; and also that some men do not suffer for offenses for which others are not even indicted.
You utter a vow, or forge a signature, and you may find yourself bound for life to a monastery, a woman, or prison.
The perfection of a thing consists in its essence; there are perfect criminals, as there are men of perfect probity.
Show me the prison, Show me the jail, Show me the prisoner whose life has gone stale. And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why And there, but for fortune, go you or I.
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.
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.
Justice is that virtue of the soul which is distributive according to desert.
I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.