Prisons don't rehabilitate, they don't punish, they don't protect, so what the hell do they do?
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
To try to raise a son from inside the prison walls is a very difficult thing. But I want to say to the world my son at 16 was the one who tried the most to get me out of prison.
Women have worked hard; starved in prison; given of their time and lives that we might sit in the House of Commons and take part in the legislating of this country.
Law is merely the expression of the will of the strongest for the time being, and therefore laws have no fixity, but shift from generation to generation.
By noiselessly going to a prison a civil-resister ensures a calm atmosphere.
A just chastisement may benefit a man, though it seldom does; but an unjust one changes all his blood to gall.
To seek the redress of grievances by going to law, is like sheep running for shelter to a bramble bush.
The refined punishments of the spiritual mode are usually much more indecent and dangerous than a good smack.
Those magistrates who can prevent crime, and do not, in effect encourage it.
The only real prison is fear, and the only real freedom is freedom from fear.
We don't seem to be able to check crime, so why not legalize it and then tax it out of business.
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.