The difference between tax avoidance and tax evasion is the thickness of a prison walls.
Crimes lead one into another; they who are capable of being forgers are capable of being incendiaries.
Virtue pardons the wicked, as the sandal-tree perfumes the axe which strikes it.
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.
The best situation of all, and one frequently utilized, is for jails and prisons to allow volunteer ministers of all faiths to enter prisons and offer their services to the inmates who want them. That way, the religious needs of inmates are met but without government funds being spent.
No man survives when freedom fails. The best men rot in filthy jails, and those who cry 'appease, appease' are hanged by those they tried to please.
The thoughts of a prisoner - they're not free either. They keep returning to the same things.
Mere factual innocence is no reason not to carry out a death sentence properly reached.
No matter how you seem to fatten on a crime, that can never be good for the bee which is bad for the hive.
One of the many lessons that one learns in prison is, that things are what they are and will be what they will be.
The English laws punish vice; the Chinese laws do more, they reward virtue.
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.
Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly.
Every crime has, in the moment of its perpetration, Its own avenging angel--dark misgiving, An ominous sinking at the inmost heart.
Overlook our deeds, since you know that crime was absent from our inclination.
The mellow sweetness of pumpkin pie off a prison spoon is something you will never forget.
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.
Three hundred years ago a prisoner condemned to the Tower of London carved on the wall of his cell this sentiment to keep up his spirits during his long imprisonment: “It is not adversity that kills, but the impatience with which we bear adversity.”
It is hard, but it is excellent, to find the right knowledge of when correction is necessary and when grace doth most avail.