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 law does not pretend to punish everything that is dishonest. That would seriously interfere with business.
If you strike at, imprison, or kill us, out of our prisons or graves we will still evoke a spirit that will thwart you, and perhaps, raise a force that will destroy you! We defy you! Do your worst!
Crime is a logical extension of the sort of behavior that often [is] considered perfectly respectable in legitimate business.
The uneven impact of actual enforcement measures tends to mirror and reinforce more general patterns of discrimination (along socioeconomic, racial and ethnic, sexual, and perhaps generational lines) within the society. As a consequence, such enforcement (ineffective as it may be in producing conformity) almost certainly reinforces feelings of alienation already prevalent within major segments of the population.
If we were brought to trial for the crimes we have committed against ourselves, few would escape the gallows.
I wrote a million words in the first year, and I could never have done that outside of prison.
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.
Care should be taken that the punishment does not exceed the guilt; and also that some men do not suffer for offenses for which others are not even indicted.
The degree of civilization in a society can be judged by entering its prisons.
Nor cell, nor chain, nor dungeon speaks to the murderer like the voice of solitude.
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.
If punishment reaches not the mind and makes not the will supple, it hardens the offender.
The object of punishment is prevention from evil; it never can be made impulsive to good.
Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrist? And what has he been after that they groan and shake their fists? And wherefore is he wearing such a conscience-stricken air? Oh they're taking him to prison for the colour of his hair.