Prisons don't rehabilitate, they don't punish, they don't protect, so what the hell do they do?
The worst of prison life, he thought, was not being able to close his door.
Trial by jury itself, instead of being a security to persons who are accused, shall be a delusion, a mockery, and a snare.
I can tell you this on a stack of Bibles: prisons are archaic, brutal, unregenerative, overcrowded hell holes where the inmates are treated like animals with absolutely not one humane thought given to what they are going to do once they are released. You're an animal in a cage and you're treated like one.
Virtue pardons the wicked, as the sandal-tree perfumes the axe which strikes it.
Whatever is worthy to be loved for anything is worthy of preservation. A wise and dispassionate legislator, if any such should ever arise among men, will not condemn to death him who has done or is likely to do more service than injury to society. Blocks and gibbets are the nearest objects with legislators, and their business is never with hopes or with virtues.
A Sunday school is a prison in which children do penance for the evil conscience of their parents.
I wrote a million words in the first year, and I could never have done that outside of prison.
It isn't true that convicts live like animals: animals have more room to move around.
Money will determine whether the accused goes to prison or walks out of the courtroom a free man.
America is the land of the second chance – and when the gates of the prison open, the path ahead should lead to a better life.
The public have more interest in the punishment of an injury than he who receives it.
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.
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.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
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 only effect of public punishment is to show the rabble how bravely it can be borne; and that every one who hath lost a toe-nail hath suffered worse.
In a civilized society, all crimes are likely to be sins, but most sins are not and ought not to be treated as crimes.