It is safer that a bad man should not be accused, than that he should be acquitted.
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.
The perfection of a thing consists in its essence; there are perfect criminals, as there are men of perfect probity.
You utter a vow, or forge a signature, and you may find yourself bound for life to a monastery, a woman, or prison.
Women now have choices. They can be married, not married, have a job, not have a job, be married with children, unmarried with children. Men have the same choice we've always had: work, or prison.
The uneven impact of actual enforcement measures tends to mirror and reinforce more general patterns of discrimination (along socioeconomic, racial and ethnic, sexual, and perhaps generational lines) within the society. As a consequence, such enforcement (ineffective as it may be in producing conformity) almost certainly reinforces feelings of alienation already prevalent within major segments of the population.
Law is merely the expression of the will of the strongest for the time being, and therefore laws have no fixity, but shift from generation to generation.
Adversities such as being homeless and going to prison has made many people stronger.
The common argument that crime is caused by poverty is a kind of slander on the poor.
Once we are destined to live out our lives in the prison of our mind, our duty is to furnish it well.
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!
When is conduct a crime, and when is a crime not a crime? When Somebody Up There -- a monarch, a dictator, a Pope, a legislator -- so decrees.
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.
It is not at the table, but in prison, that you learn who your true friends are.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
The object of punishment is prevention from evil; it never can be made impulsive to good.
No matter how you seem to fatten on a crime, that can never be good for the bee which is bad for the hive.
We who live in prison, and in whose lives there is no event but sorrow, have to measure time by throbs of pain, and the record of bitter moments.