It is not at the table, but in prison, that you learn who your true friends are.
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!
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
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.
Crimes lead one into another; they who are capable of being forgers are capable of being incendiaries.
Justice is justice though it's always delayed and finally done only by mistake.
Concepts of justice must have hands and feet to carry out justice in every case in the shortest possible time and the lowest possible cost. That is the challenge to every lawyer and judge in America.
The torment of human frustration, whatever its immediate cause, is the knowledge that the self is in prison, its vital force and 'mangled mind' leaking away in lonely, wasteful self-conflict.
Trial by jury itself, instead of being a security to persons who are accused, shall be a delusion, a mockery, and a snare.
If we were brought to trial for the crimes we have committed against ourselves, few would escape the gallows.
The best situation of all, and one frequently utilized, is for jails and prisons to allow volunteer ministers of all faiths to enter prisons and offer their services to the inmates who want them. That way, the religious needs of inmates are met but without government funds being spent.
To make punishments efficacious, two things are necessary. They must never be disproportioned to the offence, and they must be certain.
The thoughts of a prisoner - they're not free either. They keep returning to the same things.
What restrains us from killing is partly fear of punishment, partly moral scruple, and partly what may be described as a sense of humor.
I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.
The worst of prison life, he thought, was not being able to close his door.
Definition, rationality, and structure are ways of seeing, but they become prisons when they blank out other ways of seeing.
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.
The public have more interest in the punishment of an injury than he who receives it.