Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law.
Prison makes you a better judge of character. You pick up on people much faster.
It is better that ten guilty persons escape, than that one innocent suffer.
When you are younger you get blamed for crimes you never committed and when you're older you begin to get credit for virtues you never possessed. It evens itself out.
Justice is justice though it's always delayed and finally done only by mistake.
Adversities such as being homeless and going to prison has made many people stronger.
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 thoughts of a prisoner - they're not free either. They keep returning to the same things.
A Sunday school is a prison in which children do penance for the evil conscience of their parents.
Do not lay on the multitude the blame that is due to a few.
It is the spirit and not the form of law that keeps justice alive.
If you share the crime of your friend, you make it your own.
Well, I don't think prisons are the answer to everything, obviously.
Virtue pardons the wicked, as the sandal-tree perfumes the axe which strikes it.
What restrains us from killing is partly fear of punishment, partly moral scruple, and partly what may be described as a sense of humor.
Distrust all in whom the impulse to punish is powerful.
It is the deed that teaches, not the name we give it. Murder and capital punishment are not opposites that cancel one another, but similars that breed their own kind.
Those magistrates who can prevent crime, and do not, in effect encourage it.
Only free men can negotiate. Prisoners cannot enter into contracts.
One should respect public opinion insofar as is necessary to avoid starvation and keep out of prison, but anything that goes beyond this is voluntary submission to an unnecessary tyranny.
You stuff somebody into the American dream, and it becomes a prison.
There is no greater punishment of wickedness that that it is dissatisfied with itself and its deeds.
The torment of human frustration, whatever its immediate cause, is the knowledge that the self is in prison, its vital force and 'mangled mind' leaking away in lonely, wasteful self-conflict.
Here the great art lies, to discern in what the law is to be to restraint and punishment, and in what things persuasion only is to work.
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.
