Corporal punishment falls far more heavily than most weighty pecuniary penalty.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
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.
Every crime has, in the moment of its perpetration, Its own avenging angel--dark misgiving, An ominous sinking at the inmost heart.
Here the great art lies, to discern in what the law is to be to restraint and punishment, and in what things persuasion only is to work.
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.
If it's near dinner-time, the foreman takes out his watch when the jury has retired, and says: "Dear me, gentlemen, ten minutes to five, I declare! I dine at five, gentlemen." "So do I," says everybody else, except two men who ought to have dined at three and seem more than half disposed to stand out in consequence. The foreman smiles, and puts up his watch:--"Well, gentlemen, what do we say, plaintiff or defendant, gentlemen?
The worst prison is not of stone. It is of a throbbing heart, outraged by an infamous life.
I don't like being famous - it is like a prison. And driving for Ferrari would make it far worse.
Definition, rationality, and structure are ways of seeing, but they become prisons when they blank out other ways of seeing.
The only real prison is fear, and the only real freedom is freedom from fear.
It is better that ten guilty persons escape, than that one innocent suffer.
We don't seem to be able to check crime, so why not legalize it and then tax it out of business.
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 refined punishments of the spiritual mode are usually much more indecent and dangerous than a good smack.
The world itself is but a large prison, out of which some are daily led to execution.
A just chastisement may benefit a man, though it seldom does; but an unjust one changes all his blood to gall.