Women now have choices. They can be married, not married, have a job, not have a job, be married with children, unmarried with children. Men have the same choice we've always had: work, or prison.
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.
In jail a man has no personality. He is a minor disposal problem and a few entries on reports. Nobody cares who loves or hates him, what he looks like, what he did with his life. Nobody reacts to him unless he gives trouble. Nobody abuses him. All that is asked of him is that he go quietly to the right cell and remain quiet when he gets there. There is nothing to fight against, nothing to be mad at. The jailers are quiet men without animosity or sadism.
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.
Why would anyone expect him to come out smarter? He went to prison for three years, not Princeton.
Trial by jury itself, instead of being a security to persons who are accused, shall be a delusion, a mockery, and a snare.
I never told a victim story about my imprisonment. Instead, I told a transformation story - about how prison changed my outlook, about how I saw that communication, truth, and trust are at the heart of power.
Society has used the juvenile courts to create a caste system where there are throw-away people.
There are few better measures of the concern a society has for its individual members and its own well being than the way it handles criminals.
Governments have tried to stop crime through punishment throughout the ages, but crime continued in the past punishment remains. Crime can only be stopped through a preventive approach in the schools. You teach the students Transcendental Meditation, and right away they’ll begin using their full brain physiology sensible and they will not get sidetracked into wrong things.
The object of punishment is prevention from evil; it never can be made impulsive to good.
The refined punishments of the spiritual mode are usually much more indecent and dangerous than a good smack.
Probably the only place where a man can feel really secure is in a maximum security prison, except for the imminent threat of release.
Nor cell, nor chain, nor dungeon speaks to the murderer like the voice of solitude.
What is crime amongst the multitude, is only vice among the few.
Intellectual despair results in neither weakness nor dreams, but in violence. It is only a matter of knowing how to give vent to one's rage; whether one only wants to wander like madmen around prisons, or whether one wants to overturn them.