The reformative effect of punishment is a belief that dies hard, chiefly I think, because it is so satisfying to our sadistic impulses.
One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem upon another.
I can tell you this on a stack of Bibles: prisons are archaic, brutal, unregenerative, overcrowded hell holes where the inmates are treated like animals with absolutely not one humane thought given to what they are going to do once they are released. You're an animal in a cage and you're treated like one.
Nor cell, nor chain, nor dungeon speaks to the murderer like the voice of solitude.
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.
Man is born free, and everywhere he is in chains.
Liberty is rendered even more precious by the recollection of servitude.
The penalty for laughing in a courtroom is six months in jail; if it were not for this penalty, the jury would never hear the evidence.
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.
And while God had work for Paul, he found him friends both in court and prison. Let persecutors send saints to prison, God can provide a keeper for their turn.
It is not at the table, but in prison, that you learn who your true friends are.
Some laws of state aimed at curbing crime are even more criminal.
The worst prison is not of stone. It is of a throbbing heart, outraged by an infamous life.
There are only two places in the world where time takes precedence over the job to be done. School and prison.
I existed in a world that never is - the prison of the mind.
How dreadful it is when the right judge judges wrong.
To be in prison so long, it's difficult to remember exactly what you did to get there.
Fast closed with double grills And triple gates–the cell To wicked souls is hell; But to a mind that's innocent 'Tis only iron, wood and stone.
By noiselessly going to a prison a civil-resister ensures a calm atmosphere.
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.
A pedestal is as much a prison as any small, confined space.
In prisons, those things withheld from and denied to the prisoner become precisely what he wants most of all.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
