We have our own system, ... and journalists in our system are not put in prison for embarrassing the government by revealing things the government might not wish to have revealed. The important thing is that our system, under which journalists can write without fear or favor, should continue.
It is hard, but it is excellent, to find the right knowledge of when correction is necessary and when grace doth most avail.
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.
To be in prison so long, it's difficult to remember exactly what you did to get there.
In prisons, those things withheld from and denied to the prisoner become precisely what he wants most of all.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
The only real prison is fear, and the only real freedom is freedom from fear.
It isn't true that convicts live like animals: animals have more room to move around.
The reformative effect of punishment is a belief that dies hard, chiefly I think, because it is so satisfying to our sadistic impulses.
Justice is that virtue of the soul which is distributive according to desert.
Concepts of justice must have hands and feet to carry out justice in every case in the shortest possible time and the lowest possible cost. That is the challenge to every lawyer and judge in America.
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.
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 mellow sweetness of pumpkin pie off a prison spoon is something you will never forget.
I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.
It is not at the table, but in prison, that you learn who your true friends are.