On a planet that increasingly resembles one huge Maximum Security prison, the only intelligent choice is to plan a jail break.
Federal prison, if you get any of it, you're going to have to do 85% of it. And the reason why I called it that is because I had a friend who got sent to the federal joint and his whole... it wasn't about him being in jail. He cried about the 85%.
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.
Reality becomes a prison to those who can’t get out of it.
Two men look out the same prison bars; one sees mud and the other stars.
A variety in punishment is of utility, as well as a proportion.
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.
Crime is a logical extension of the sort of behavior that often [is] considered perfectly respectable in legitimate business.
Probably the only place where a man can feel really secure is in a maximum security prison, except for the imminent threat of release.
No matter how you seem to fatten on a crime, that can never be good for the bee which is bad for the hive.
What is crime amongst the multitude, is only vice among the few.
A man who has no excuse for a crime, is indeed defenseless!
Mere factual innocence is no reason not to carry out a death sentence properly reached.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
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?
There is no peace because the making of peace is at least as costly as the making of war - at least as exigent, at least as disruptive, at least as liable to bring disgrace and prison and death in its wake.
One of the many lessons that one learns in prison is, that things are what they are and will be what they will be.
If you share the crime of your friend, you make it your own.
One crime has to be concealed by another.
Justice is that virtue of the soul which is distributive according to desert.
Most people fancy themselves innocent of those crimes of which they cannot be convicted.
I existed in a world that never is - the prison of the mind.
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.
He had drawn many a thousand of these rations in prisons and camps, and though he'd never had an opportunity to weight them on scales, and although, being a man of timid nature, he knew no way of standing up for his rights, he, like every other prisoner, had discovered long ago that honest weight was never to be found in the bread-cutting. There was short weight in every ration. The only point was how short. So every day you took a look to soothe your soul - today, maybe, they haven't snitched any.
No man should be judge in his own case.
