One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem upon another.
Those magistrates who can prevent crime, and do not, in effect encourage it.
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.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
Virtue pardons the wicked, as the sandal-tree perfumes the axe which strikes it.
Crimes lead one into another; they who are capable of being forgers are capable of being incendiaries.
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.
I was in prison, and you came unto me. Verily I say unto you, inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.
~(Jesus Christ) Matthew 25:36, 40
No written law has been more binding than unwritten custom supported by popular opinion.
There's no greater threat to our independence, to our cherished freedoms and personal liberties than the continual, relentless injection of these insidious poisons into our system. We must decide whether we cherish independence from drugs, without which there is no freedom.
We don't seem to be able to check crime, so why not legalize it and then tax it out of business.
It is certain that the study of human psychology, if it were undertaken exclusively in prisons, would also lead to misrepresentation and absurd generalizations.
Women have worked hard; starved in prison; given of their time and lives that we might sit in the House of Commons and take part in the legislating of this country.
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?
We're in a war. People who blast some pot on a casual basis are guilty of treason.
I am an expert of electricity. My father occupied the chair of applied electricity at the state prison.
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!