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.
The refined punishments of the spiritual mode are usually much more indecent and dangerous than a good smack.
We're in a war. People who blast some pot on a casual basis are guilty of treason.
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.
Taught from infancy that beauty is woman's sceptre, the mind shapes itself to the body, and roaming round its gilt cage, only seeks to adorn its prison.
It is true you cannot eat freedom and you cannot power machinery with democracy. But then neither can political prisoners turn on the light in the cells of a dictatorship.
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.
History is full of people who went to prison or were burned at the stake for proclaiming their ideas. Society has always defended itself.
Nothing can be more abhorrent to democracy than to imprison a person or keep him in prison because he is unpopular. This is really the test of civilization.
The thoughts of a prisoner - they're not free either. They keep returning to the same things.
The difference between tax avoidance and tax evasion is the thickness of a prison walls.
It is better that ten guilty persons escape, than that one innocent suffer.
We shall not yield to violence. We shall not be deprived of union freedoms. We shall never agree with sending people to prison for their convictions.
And while God had work for Paul, he found him friends both in court and prison. Let persecutors send saints to prison, God can provide a keeper for their turn.
Everyone is a prisoner of his own experiences. No one can eliminate prejudices - just recognize them.
Show me the prison, Show me the jail, Show me the prisoner whose life has gone stale. And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why And there, but for fortune, go you or I.
What restrains us from killing is partly fear of punishment, partly moral scruple, and partly what may be described as a sense of humor.