I sometimes wish that people would put a little more emphasis upon the observance of the law than they do upon its enforcement.
They took away my money, my family, and my security. Why couldn't they destroy my ideas? We will question them in court tomorrow as we trigger The Revolution of all revolutions!
What restrains us from killing is partly fear of punishment, partly moral scruple, and partly what may be described as a sense of humor.
It is not at the table, but in prison, that you learn who your true friends are.
Civilization is maintained by a very few people in a small number of places and we need only some bombs and a few prisons to blot it out altogether.
Kill a man, and you are an assassin. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill everyone, and you are a God.
The refined punishments of the spiritual mode are usually much more indecent and dangerous than a good smack.
One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem upon another.
They're not supposed to show prison films in prison. Especially ones that are about escaping.
Society has used the juvenile courts to create a caste system where there are throw-away people.
Prison continues, on those who are entrusted to it, a work begun elsewhere, which the whole of society pursues on each individual through innumerable mechanisms of discipline.
It isn't true that convicts live like animals: animals have more room to move around.
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.
I wrote a million words in the first year, and I could never have done that outside of prison.
If punishment reaches not the mind and makes not the will supple, it hardens the offender.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
There is no greater punishment of wickedness that that it is dissatisfied with itself and its deeds.
It is better that ten guilty persons escape, than that one innocent suffer.
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?
I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.
You utter a vow, or forge a signature, and you may find yourself bound for life to a monastery, a woman, or prison.