The common argument that crime is caused by poverty is a kind of slander on the poor.
There is a point at which even justice does injury.
Man is condemned to be free.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
Taught from infancy that beauty is woman's sceptre, the mind shapes itself to the body, and roaming round its gilt cage, only seeks to adorn its prison.
It is the spirit and not the form of law that keeps justice alive.
Distrust all in whom the impulse to punish is powerful.
Definition, rationality, and structure are ways of seeing, but they become prisons when they blank out other ways of seeing.
If you want total security, go to prison. There you’re fed, clothed, given medical care and so on. The only thing lacking…is freedom.
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.
Extreme justice is extreme injustice.
There is no peace because the making of peace is at least as costly as the making of war - at least as exigent, at least as disruptive, at least as liable to bring disgrace and prison and death in its wake.
Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of their own minds.
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.
We are prisoners of ideas.
No man should be judge in his own case.
Those magistrates who can prevent crime, and do not, in effect encourage it.
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!
I don't like being famous - it is like a prison. And driving for Ferrari would make it far worse.
The worst prison is not of stone. It is of a throbbing heart, outraged by an infamous life.
Hard cases, it is said, make bad law.
If punishment reaches not the mind and makes not the will supple, it hardens the offender.
I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.
A just chastisement may benefit a man, though it seldom does; but an unjust one changes all his blood to gall.
Only free men can negotiate. Prisoners cannot enter into contracts.
