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.
I sometimes wish that people would put a little more emphasis upon the observance of the law than they do upon its enforcement.
We don't seem to be able to check crime, so why not legalize it and then tax it out of business.
They're not supposed to show prison films in prison. Especially ones that are about escaping.
Virtue pardons the wicked, as the sandal-tree perfumes the axe which strikes it.
The world itself is but a large prison, out of which some are daily led to execution.
The refined punishments of the spiritual mode are usually much more indecent and dangerous than a good smack.
The perfection of a thing consists in its essence; there are perfect criminals, as there are men of perfect probity.
No matter how you seem to fatten on a crime, that can never be good for the bee which is bad for the hive.
They were being driven to a prison, through no fault of their own, in all probability for life. In comparison, how much easier it would be to walk to the gallows than to this tomb of living horrors!
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
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.
No obligation to justice does force a man to be cruel, or to use the sharpest sentence.
It isn't true that convicts live like animals: animals have more room to move around.
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?
I have been studying how I may compare this prison where I live unto the world; Shut up in the prison of their own consciences.
I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.
There are only two places in the world where time takes precedence over the job to be done. School and prison.
It is safer that a bad man should not be accused, than that he should be acquitted.
It is better that ten guilty persons escape, than that one innocent suffer.