Well does Heaven have care that no man secures happiness by crime.
One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem upon another.
I am certain that nothing has done so much to destroy the juridical safeguards of individual freedom as the striving after this mirage of social justice.
To trial bring her stolen charms, and let her prison be my arms.
Probably the only place where a man can feel really secure is in a maximum security prison, except for the imminent threat of release.
The guilt of enforced crimes lies on those who impose them.
Money will determine whether the accused goes to prison or walks out of the courtroom a free man.
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.
Some laws of state aimed at curbing crime are even more criminal.
It becomes not a law-maker to be a law-breaker.
Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circles of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.
Fear can be like a prison. It is, however, a self made prison. Many are imprisoned by fear. No one else can liberate them from this prison. Others may inspire them but they must liberate themselves.
Mere factual innocence is no reason not to carry out a death sentence properly reached.
Nor cell, nor chain, nor dungeon speaks to the murderer like the voice of solitude.
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.
Hard cases, it is said, make bad law.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
Every crime has, in the moment of its perpetration, Its own avenging angel--dark misgiving, An ominous sinking at the inmost heart.
If you share the crime of your friend, you make it your own.
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 thoughts of a prisoner - they're not free either. They keep returning to the same things.
Pardon is the virtue of victory.
The degree of civilization in a society can be judged by entering its prisons.
