Whatever you think of de Sade, he was a complex figure and we should not look for easy answers with him. He was, strangely perhaps, against the death penalty, and he was never put in prison for murders or anything like that.
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.
Adversities such as being homeless and going to prison has made many people stronger.
Money will determine whether the accused goes to prison or walks out of the courtroom a free man.
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.
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 know not whether laws be right, or whether laws be wrong; All that we know who lie in gaol is that the wall is strong; And that each day is like a year, a year whose days are long.
No man survives when freedom fails. The best men rot in filthy jails, and those who cry 'appease, appease' are hanged by those they tried to please.
When is conduct a crime, and when is a crime not a crime? When Somebody Up There -- a monarch, a dictator, a Pope, a legislator -- so decrees.
There is no greater punishment of wickedness that that it is dissatisfied with itself and its deeds.
Why would anyone expect him to come out smarter? He went to prison for three years, not Princeton.
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.
The only difference between me and my fellow actors is that I've spent more time in jail.
One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem upon another.
A Sunday school is a prison in which children do penance for the evil conscience of their parents.
Nor cell, nor chain, nor dungeon speaks to the murderer like the voice of solitude.