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.
Nor cell, nor chain, nor dungeon speaks to the murderer like the voice of solitude.
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.
Civilization is maintained by a very few people in a small number of places and we need only some bombs and a few prisons to blot it out altogether.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
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.
Corporal punishment falls far more heavily than most weighty pecuniary penalty.
Overlook our deeds, since you know that crime was absent from our inclination.
If we were brought to trial for the crimes we have committed against ourselves, few would escape the gallows.
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.
History is full of people who went to prison or were burned at the stake for proclaiming their ideas. Society has always defended itself.
No matter how you seem to fatten on a crime, that can never be good for the bee which is bad for the hive.
The only real prison is fear, and the only real freedom is freedom from fear.
We're in a war. People who blast some pot on a casual basis are guilty of treason.
One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem upon another.
To try to raise a son from inside the prison walls is a very difficult thing. But I want to say to the world my son at 16 was the one who tried the most to get me out of prison.
The worst of prison life, he thought, was not being able to close his door.
The object of punishment is prevention from evil; it never can be made impulsive to good.