The mellow sweetness of pumpkin pie off a prison spoon is something you will never forget.
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.
We don't seem to be able to check crime, so why not legalize it and then tax it out of business.
Educate your children to self-control, to the habit of holding passion and prejudice and evil tendencies to an upright and reasoning will, and you have done much to abolish misery from their future lives and crimes to society.
Crime is a logical extension of the sort of behavior that often [is] considered perfectly respectable in legitimate business.
They're not supposed to show prison films in prison. Especially ones that are about escaping.
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.
Wicked deeds are generally done, even with impunity, for the mere desire of occupation.
The public have more interest in the punishment of an injury than he who receives it.
No obligation to justice does force a man to be cruel, or to use the sharpest sentence.
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.
Corporal punishment falls far more heavily than most weighty pecuniary penalty.
Everyone is a prisoner of his own experiences. No one can eliminate prejudices - just recognize them.
If it's near dinner-time, the foreman takes out his watch when the jury has retired, and says: "Dear me, gentlemen, ten minutes to five, I declare! I dine at five, gentlemen." "So do I," says everybody else, except two men who ought to have dined at three and seem more than half disposed to stand out in consequence. The foreman smiles, and puts up his watch:--"Well, gentlemen, what do we say, plaintiff or defendant, gentlemen?
Most people fancy themselves innocent of those crimes of which they cannot be convicted.