One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem upon another.
The worst prison is not of stone. It is of a throbbing heart, outraged by an infamous life.
I sometimes wish that people would put a little more emphasis upon the observance of the law than they do upon its enforcement.
If we were brought to trial for the crimes we have committed against ourselves, few would escape the gallows.
Organized crime in America takes in over forty billion dollars a year. This is quite a profitable sum, especially when one considers that the Mafia spends very little for office supplies.
Once we are destined to live out our lives in the prison of our mind, our duty is to furnish it well.
Most people fancy themselves innocent of those crimes of which they cannot be convicted.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
The law does not pretend to punish everything that is dishonest. That would seriously interfere with business.
Why would anyone expect him to come out smarter? He went to prison for three years, not Princeton.
I submit that an individual who breaks a law that conscience tells him is unjust, and who willingly accepts the penalty of imprisonment in order to arouse the conscience of the community over its injustice, is in reality expressing the highest respect for the law.
The worst of prison life, he thought, was not being able to close his door.
Those magistrates who can prevent crime, and do not, in effect encourage it.
Probably the only place where a man can feel really secure is in a maximum security prison, except for the imminent threat of release.
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!