I sometimes wish that people would put a little more emphasis upon the observance of the law than they do upon its enforcement.
They took away my money, my family, and my security. Why couldn't they destroy my ideas? We will question them in court tomorrow as we trigger The Revolution of all revolutions!
No written law has been more binding than unwritten custom supported by popular opinion.
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 safer that a bad man should not be accused, than that he should be acquitted.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
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.
Any punishment that does not correct, that can merely rouse rebellion in whoever has to endure it, is a piece of gratuitous infamy which makes those who impose it more guilty in the eyes of humanity, good sense and reason, nay a hundred times more guilty than the victim on whom the punishment is inflicted.
Governments have tried to stop crime through punishment throughout the ages, but crime continued in the past punishment remains. Crime can only be stopped through a preventive approach in the schools. You teach the students Transcendental Meditation, and right away they’ll begin using their full brain physiology sensible and they will not get sidetracked into wrong things.
Wicked deeds are generally done, even with impunity, for the mere desire of occupation.
A country is in a bad state, which is governed only by laws; because a thousand things occur for which laws cannot provide, and where authority ought to interpose.
No matter how you seem to fatten on a crime, that can never be good for the bee which is bad for the hive.
The penalty for laughing in a courtroom is six months in jail; if it were not for this penalty, the jury would never hear the evidence.
I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.