Prisons don't rehabilitate, they don't punish, they don't protect, so what the hell do they do?
Virtue pardons the wicked, as the sandal-tree perfumes the axe which strikes it.
The degree of civilization in a society can be judged by entering its prisons.
Fast closed with double grills And triple gates–the cell To wicked souls is hell; But to a mind that's innocent 'Tis only iron, wood and stone.
I just remember that disturbing feeling of walking into that prison, the complete loss of privacy, the complete loss of stimulation, dignity.
Reality becomes a prison to those who can’t get out of it.
It is true you cannot eat freedom and you cannot power machinery with democracy. But then neither can political prisoners turn on the light in the cells of a dictatorship.
There is no greater punishment of wickedness that that it is dissatisfied with itself and its deeds.
The worst of prison life, he thought, was not being able to close his door.
If we were brought to trial for the crimes we have committed against ourselves, few would escape the gallows.
History is full of people who went to prison or were burned at the stake for proclaiming their ideas. Society has always defended itself.
The common argument that crime is caused by poverty is a kind of slander on the poor.
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.
Prison, dungeons, blessed places where evil is impossible because they are the crossroads of all the evil in the world. One cannot commit evil in hell.
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.
It is safer that a bad man should not be accused, than that he should be acquitted.
Well, I don't think prisons are the answer to everything, obviously.
We don't seem to be able to check crime, so why not legalize it and then tax it out of business.
A variety in punishment is of utility, as well as a proportion.
I am an expert of electricity. My father occupied the chair of applied electricity at the state prison.
The guilt of enforced crimes lies on those who impose them.
Probably the only place where a man can feel really secure is in a maximum security prison, except for the imminent threat of release.
Prison continues, on those who are entrusted to it, a work begun elsewhere, which the whole of society pursues on each individual through innumerable mechanisms of discipline.
Self is the only prison that can bind the soul.
