It is not at the table, but in prison, that you learn who your true friends are.
So justice while she winks at crimes, Stumbles on innocence sometimes.
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.
Women have worked hard; starved in prison; given of their time and lives that we might sit in the House of Commons and take part in the legislating of this country.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
By noiselessly going to a prison a civil-resister ensures a calm atmosphere.
It is more dangerous that even a guilty person should be punished without the forms of law than that he should escape.
Definition, rationality, and structure are ways of seeing, but they become prisons when they blank out other ways of seeing.
The law does not pretend to punish everything that is dishonest. That would seriously interfere with business.
The worst of prison life, he thought, was not being able to close his door.
A man who has no excuse for a crime, is indeed defenseless!
Some laws of state aimed at curbing crime are even more criminal.
It is better that ten guilty persons escape, than that one innocent suffer.
Laws do not persuade just because they threaten.
Distrust all in whom the impulse to punish is powerful.
He was a first-time nonviolent possible offender, ... And under the mandatory minimums, he was put in prison for 15 years. Not only does the punishment not fit the crime, but the mandatory minimums don't give judges any discretion to look at the background of the case, to read into the specifics of the case. I don't know a judge who really is in favor of the mandatory minimums.
I know how men in exile feed on dreams of hope.
Everyone is a prisoner of his own experiences. No one can eliminate prejudices - just recognize them.
Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass, Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron, Can be retentive to the strength of spirit; But life, being weary of these worldly bars, Never lacks power to dismiss itself.
As we grow in wisdom, we pardon more freely.
The torment of human frustration, whatever its immediate cause, is the knowledge that the self is in prison, its vital force and 'mangled mind' leaking away in lonely, wasteful self-conflict.
Justice is justice though it's always delayed and finally done only by mistake.
In prison, you get the chance to see who really loves you.
Shyness is the prison of the heart.
They were being driven to a prison, through no fault of their own, in all probability for life. In comparison, how much easier it would be to walk to the gallows than to this tomb of living horrors!
