The thoughts of a prisoner - they're not free either. They keep returning to the same things.
I know not whether laws be right, or whether laws be wrong; All that we know who lie in gaol is that the wall is strong; And that each day is like a year, a year whose days are long.
The worst prison is not of stone. It is of a throbbing heart, outraged by an infamous life.
A just chastisement may benefit a man, though it seldom does; but an unjust one changes all his blood to gall.
There is no greater punishment of wickedness that that it is dissatisfied with itself and its deeds.
The only difference between me and my fellow actors is that I've spent more time in jail.
The law does not pretend to punish everything that is dishonest. That would seriously interfere with business.
To seek the redress of grievances by going to law, is like sheep running for shelter to a bramble bush.
To be in prison so long, it's difficult to remember exactly what you did to get there.
Whatever is worthy to be loved for anything is worthy of preservation. A wise and dispassionate legislator, if any such should ever arise among men, will not condemn to death him who has done or is likely to do more service than injury to society. Blocks and gibbets are the nearest objects with legislators, and their business is never with hopes or with virtues.
It is hard, but it is excellent, to find the right knowledge of when correction is necessary and when grace doth most avail.
Money will determine whether the accused goes to prison or walks out of the courtroom a free man.
Fast closed with double grills And triple gates–the cell To wicked souls is hell; But to a mind that's innocent 'Tis only iron, wood and stone.
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.
You utter a vow, or forge a signature, and you may find yourself bound for life to a monastery, a woman, or prison.
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.
When you are younger you get blamed for crimes you never committed and when you're older you begin to get credit for virtues you never possessed. It evens itself out.