The reformative effect of punishment is a belief that dies hard, chiefly I think, because it is so satisfying to our sadistic impulses.
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.
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!
In prisons, those things withheld from and denied to the prisoner become precisely what he wants most of all.
Virtue pardons the wicked, as the sandal-tree perfumes the axe which strikes it.
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.
The public have more interest in the punishment of an injury than he who receives it.
To my mind, to kill in war is not a whit better than to commit ordinary murder.
Wicked deeds are generally done, even with impunity, for the mere desire of occupation.
Definition, rationality, and structure are ways of seeing, but they become prisons when they blank out other ways of seeing.
Crime is a logical extension of the sort of behavior that often [is] considered perfectly respectable in legitimate business.
Crimes lead one into another; they who are capable of being forgers are capable of being incendiaries.