I have been studying how I may compare this prison where I live unto the world; Shut up in the prison of their own consciences.
There's no greater threat to our independence, to our cherished freedoms and personal liberties than the continual, relentless injection of these insidious poisons into our system. We must decide whether we cherish independence from drugs, without which there is no freedom.
Any punishment that does not correct, that can merely rouse rebellion in whoever has to endure it, is a piece of gratuitous infamy which makes those who impose it more guilty in the eyes of humanity, good sense and reason, nay a hundred times more guilty than the victim on whom the punishment is inflicted.
Crimes lead one into another; they who are capable of being forgers are capable of being incendiaries.
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.
No matter how you seem to fatten on a crime, that can never be good for the bee which is bad for the hive.
To be in prison so long, it's difficult to remember exactly what you did to get there.
It is hard, but it is excellent, to find the right knowledge of when correction is necessary and when grace doth most avail.
Justice is that virtue of the soul which is distributive according to desert.
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.
The contagion of crime is like that of the plague. Criminals collected together corrupt each other; they are worse than ever when at the termination of their punishment they re-enter society.
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.
I sometimes wish that people would put a little more emphasis upon the observance of the law than they do upon its enforcement.
Kill a man, and you are an assassin. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill everyone, and you are a God.
Organized crime in America takes in over forty billion dollars a year. This is quite a profitable sum, especially when one considers that the Mafia spends very little for office supplies.
The perfection of a thing consists in its essence; there are perfect criminals, as there are men of perfect probity.