The reformative effect of punishment is a belief that dies hard, chiefly I think, because it is so satisfying to our sadistic impulses.
Overlook our deeds, since you know that crime was absent from our inclination.
Here the great art lies, to discern in what the law is to be to restraint and punishment, and in what things persuasion only is to work.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
The law does not pretend to punish everything that is dishonest. That would seriously interfere with business.
Prosecution I have managed to avoid; but I have been arrested, charged in a police court, have refused to be bound over, and thereupon have been unconditionally released - to my great regret; for I have always wanted to know what going to prison was like.
The degree of civilization in a society can be judged by entering its prisons.
Every instance of a man's suffering the penalty of the law is an instance of the failure of that penalty in effecting its purpose, which is to deter.
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.
There are few better measures of the concern a society has for its individual members and its own well being than the way it handles criminals.
No written law has been more binding than unwritten custom supported by popular opinion.
By noiselessly going to a prison a civil-resister ensures a calm atmosphere.
Crimes lead one into another; they who are capable of being forgers are capable of being incendiaries.
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
Justice is justice though it's always delayed and finally done only by mistake.
The world itself is but a large prison, out of which some are daily led to execution.
You utter a vow, or forge a signature, and you may find yourself bound for life to a monastery, a woman, or prison.
What restrains us from killing is partly fear of punishment, partly moral scruple, and partly what may be described as a sense of humor.