Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly.
What restrains us from killing is partly fear of punishment, partly moral scruple, and partly what may be described as a sense of humor.
The perfection of a thing consists in its essence; there are perfect criminals, as there are men of perfect probity.
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.
The only real prison is fear, and the only real freedom is freedom from fear.
Most people fancy themselves innocent of those crimes of which they cannot be convicted.
The world itself is but a large prison, out of which some are daily led to execution.
I don't like being famous - it is like a prison. And driving for Ferrari would make it far worse.
In a civilized society, all crimes are likely to be sins, but most sins are not and ought not to be treated as crimes.
Those magistrates who can prevent crime, and do not, in effect encourage it.
Crime succeeds by sudden despatch; honest counsels gain vigor by delay.
The law does not pretend to punish everything that is dishonest. That would seriously interfere with business.
Crimes lead one into another; they who are capable of being forgers are capable of being incendiaries.
Intellectual despair results in neither weakness nor dreams, but in violence. It is only a matter of knowing how to give vent to one's rage; whether one only wants to wander like madmen around prisons, or whether one wants to overturn them.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
The object of punishment is prevention from evil; it never can be made impulsive to good.
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.
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.