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 don't seem to be able to check crime, so why not legalize it and then tax it out of business.
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.
If punishment reaches not the mind and makes not the will supple, it hardens the offender.
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?
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.
Crimes lead one into another; they who are capable of being forgers are capable of being incendiaries.
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.
The English laws punish vice; the Chinese laws do more, they reward virtue.
The thoughts of a prisoner - they're not free either. They keep returning to the same things.
One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem upon another.
The refined punishments of the spiritual mode are usually much more indecent and dangerous than a good smack.
Everyone is a prisoner of his own experiences. No one can eliminate prejudices - just recognize them.
Why would anyone expect him to come out smarter? He went to prison for three years, not Princeton.