Prisons don't rehabilitate, they don't punish, they don't protect, so what the hell do they do?
Forgiveness, that noblest of all self-denial, is a virtue which he alone who can practise in himself can willingly believe in another.
Faults of the head are punished in this world, those of the heart in another; but as most of our vices are compound, so also is their punishment.
So justice while she winks at crimes, Stumbles on innocence sometimes.
A variety in punishment is of utility, as well as a proportion.
The mellow sweetness of pumpkin pie off a prison spoon is something you will never forget.
To trial bring her stolen charms, and let her prison be my arms.
While crime is punished it yet increases.
The degree of civilization in a society can be judged by entering its prisons.
In a civilized society, all crimes are likely to be sins, but most sins are not and ought not to be treated as crimes.
The only difference between me and my fellow actors is that I've spent more time in jail.
When it comes to freedom, we are but prisoners of our own desires.
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.
What is crime amongst the multitude, is only vice among the few.
Prison, dungeons, blessed places where evil is impossible because they are the crossroads of all the evil in the world. One cannot commit evil in hell.
While we have prisons it matters little which of us occupy the cells.
Every crime has, in the moment of its perpetration, Its own avenging angel--dark misgiving, An ominous sinking at the inmost heart.
The contagion of crime is like that of the plague. Criminals collected together corrupt each other; they are worse than ever when at the termination of their punishment they re-enter society.
Liberty is rendered even more precious by the recollection of servitude.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
We're in a war. People who blast some pot on a casual basis are guilty of treason.
I know how men in exile feed on dreams of hope.
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!
It is certain that the study of human psychology, if it were undertaken exclusively in prisons, would also lead to misrepresentation and absurd generalizations.
Definition, rationality, and structure are ways of seeing, but they become prisons when they blank out other ways of seeing.
