The object of punishment is prevention from evil; it never can be made impulsive to good.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
The worst prison is not of stone. It is of a throbbing heart, outraged by an infamous life.
The refined punishments of the spiritual mode are usually much more indecent and dangerous than a good smack.
On a planet that increasingly resembles one huge Maximum Security prison, the only intelligent choice is to plan a jail break.
No man survives when freedom fails. The best men rot in filthy jails, and those who cry 'appease, appease' are hanged by those they tried to please.
Money will determine whether the accused goes to prison or walks out of the courtroom a free man.
What restrains us from killing is partly fear of punishment, partly moral scruple, and partly what may be described as a sense of humor.
I was in prison, and you came unto me. Verily I say unto you, inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.
~(Jesus Christ) Matthew 25:36, 40
It is hard, but it is excellent, to find the right knowledge of when correction is necessary and when grace doth most avail.
Definition, rationality, and structure are ways of seeing, but they become prisons when they blank out other ways of seeing.
No matter how you seem to fatten on a crime, that can never be good for the bee which is bad for the hive.
I was put into jail as I was going to the shoemaker's to get a shoe which was mended. When I was let out the next morning, I proceeded to finish my errand, and, having put on my mended shoe, joined a huckleberry party, who were impatient to put themselves under my conduct; and in half an hour -- for the horse was soon tackled -- was in the midst of a huckleberry field, on one of our highest hills, two miles off, and then the State was nowhere to be seen.