If you strike at, imprison, or kill us, out of our prisons or graves we will still evoke a spirit that will thwart you, and perhaps, raise a force that will destroy you! We defy you! Do your worst!
I am certain that nothing has done so much to destroy the juridical safeguards of individual freedom as the striving after this mirage of social justice.
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.
There is no greater punishment of wickedness that that it is dissatisfied with itself and its deeds.
Mere factual innocence is no reason not to carry out a death sentence properly reached.
They were being driven to a prison, through no fault of their own, in all probability for life. In comparison, how much easier it would be to walk to the gallows than to this tomb of living horrors!
It is hard, but it is excellent, to find the right knowledge of when correction is necessary and when grace doth most avail.
Faults of the head are punished in this world, those of the heart in another; but as most of our vices are compound, so also is their punishment.
A just chastisement may benefit a man, though it seldom does; but an unjust one changes all his blood to gall.
History is full of people who went to prison or were burned at the stake for proclaiming their ideas. Society has always defended itself.
The object of punishment is prevention from evil; it never can be made impulsive to good.
Once we are destined to live out our lives in the prison of our mind, our duty is to furnish it well.
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.
Justice is that virtue of the soul which is distributive according to desert.