I know how men in exile feed on dreams of hope.
Well does Heaven have care that no man secures happiness by crime.
We shall not yield to violence. We shall not be deprived of union freedoms. We shall never agree with sending people to prison for their convictions.
Reality becomes a prison to those who can’t get out of it.
By noiselessly going to a prison a civil-resister ensures a calm atmosphere.
Justice is justice though it's always delayed and finally done only by mistake.
Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law.
The world itself is but a large prison, out of which some are daily led to execution.
To make punishments efficacious, two things are necessary. They must never be disproportioned to the offence, and they must be certain.
Probably the only place where a man can feel really secure is in a maximum security prison, except for the imminent threat of release.
I have never been contained except I made the prison.
Corporal punishment falls far more heavily than most weighty pecuniary penalty.
Nor cell, nor chain, nor dungeon speaks to the murderer like the voice of solitude.
To my mind, to kill in war is not a whit better than to commit ordinary murder.
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.
While crime is punished it yet increases.
Prison continues, on those who are entrusted to it, a work begun elsewhere, which the whole of society pursues on each individual through innumerable mechanisms of discipline.
Clemency alone makes us equal to the gods.
The object of punishment is prevention from evil; it never can be made impulsive to good.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
It is certain that the study of human psychology, if it were undertaken exclusively in prisons, would also lead to misrepresentation and absurd generalizations.
Crimes lead one into another; they who are capable of being forgers are capable of being incendiaries.
Show me the prison, Show me the jail, Show me the prisoner whose life has gone stale. And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why And there, but for fortune, go you or I.
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.
He was a first-time nonviolent possible offender, ... And under the mandatory minimums, he was put in prison for 15 years. Not only does the punishment not fit the crime, but the mandatory minimums don't give judges any discretion to look at the background of the case, to read into the specifics of the case. I don't know a judge who really is in favor of the mandatory minimums.
