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.
One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem upon another.
Why would anyone expect him to come out smarter? He went to prison for three years, not Princeton.
The public have more interest in the punishment of an injury than he who receives it.
Probably the only place where a man can feel really secure is in a maximum security prison, except for the imminent threat of release.
Adversities such as being homeless and going to prison has made many people stronger.
There is no greater punishment of wickedness that that it is dissatisfied with itself and its deeds.
To be in prison so long, it's difficult to remember exactly what you did to get there.
Trial by jury itself, instead of being a security to persons who are accused, shall be a delusion, a mockery, and a snare.
We have initiated programs for re-entry offenders, since some 500,000 to 600,000 offenders will come out of prison each year for the next three or four years. We want to have positive alternatives when they come back to the community.
Forgiveness, that noblest of all self-denial, is a virtue which he alone who can practise in himself can willingly believe in another.
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.
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.
The object of punishment is prevention from evil; it never can be made impulsive to good.
By noiselessly going to a prison a civil-resister ensures a calm atmosphere.
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 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.