A man will be imprisoned in a room with a door that's unlocked and opens inwards, as long as it does not occur to him to pull rather than push.
Nor cell, nor chain, nor dungeon speaks to the murderer like the voice of solitude.
I can tell you this on a stack of Bibles: prisons are archaic, brutal, unregenerative, overcrowded hell holes where the inmates are treated like animals with absolutely not one humane thought given to what they are going to do once they are released. You're an animal in a cage and you're treated like one.
Why would anyone expect him to come out smarter? He went to prison for three years, not Princeton.
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 law does not pretend to punish everything that is dishonest. That would seriously interfere with business.
Organized crime in America takes in over forty billion dollars a year. This is quite a profitable sum, especially when one considers that the Mafia spends very little for office supplies.
I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world; And, for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it. Yet I'll hammer it out.
It is more dangerous that even a guilty person should be punished without the forms of law than that he should escape.
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 obligation to justice does force a man to be cruel, or to use the sharpest sentence.
The common argument that crime is caused by poverty is a kind of slander on the poor.
Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly.
The English laws punish vice; the Chinese laws do more, they reward virtue.
America is the land of the second chance – and when the gates of the prison open, the path ahead should lead to a better life.
Kill a man, and you are an assassin. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill everyone, and you are a God.
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.