To seek the redress of grievances by going to law, is like sheep running for shelter to a bramble bush.
I am certain that nothing has done so much to destroy the juridical safeguards of individual freedom as the striving after this mirage of social justice.
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!
Definition, rationality, and structure are ways of seeing, but they become prisons when they blank out other ways of seeing.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
No matter how you seem to fatten on a crime, that can never be good for the bee which is bad for the hive.
It is the deed that teaches, not the name we give it. Murder and capital punishment are not opposites that cancel one another, but similars that breed their own kind.
The only real prison is fear, and the only real freedom is freedom from fear.
The public have more interest in the punishment of an injury than he who receives it.
The world itself is but a large prison, out of which some are daily led to execution.
The uneven impact of actual enforcement measures tends to mirror and reinforce more general patterns of discrimination (along socioeconomic, racial and ethnic, sexual, and perhaps generational lines) within the society. As a consequence, such enforcement (ineffective as it may be in producing conformity) almost certainly reinforces feelings of alienation already prevalent within major segments of the population.
The only effect of public punishment is to show the rabble how bravely it can be borne; and that every one who hath lost a toe-nail hath suffered worse.
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.
I have been studying how I may compare this prison where I live unto the world; Shut up in the prison of their own consciences.
Overlook our deeds, since you know that crime was absent from our inclination.
I sometimes wish that people would put a little more emphasis upon the observance of the law than they do upon its enforcement.
Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrist? And what has he been after that they groan and shake their fists? And wherefore is he wearing such a conscience-stricken air? Oh they're taking him to prison for the colour of his hair.