Women have worked hard; starved in prison; given of their time and lives that we might sit in the House of Commons and take part in the legislating of this country.
Justice is that virtue of the soul which is distributive according to desert.
In prisons, those things withheld from and denied to the prisoner become precisely what he wants most of all.
We don't seem to be able to check crime, so why not legalize it and then tax it out of business.
We're in a war. People who blast some pot on a casual basis are guilty of treason.
We have initiated programs for re-entry offenders, since some 500,000 to 600,000 offenders will come out of prison each year for the next three or four years. We want to have positive alternatives when they come back to the community.
Definition, rationality, and structure are ways of seeing, but they become prisons when they blank out other ways of seeing.
Justice is justice though it's always delayed and finally done only by mistake.
Three hundred years ago a prisoner condemned to the Tower of London carved on the wall of his cell this sentiment to keep up his spirits during his long imprisonment: “It is not adversity that kills, but the impatience with which we bear adversity.”
Prisons don't rehabilitate, they don't punish, they don't protect, so what the hell do they do?
You utter a vow, or forge a signature, and you may find yourself bound for life to a monastery, a woman, or prison.
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.
Crime is a logical extension of the sort of behavior that often [is] considered perfectly respectable in legitimate business.
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.
The difference between tax avoidance and tax evasion is the thickness of a prison walls.
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.
Overlook our deeds, since you know that crime was absent from our inclination.
Nor cell, nor chain, nor dungeon speaks to the murderer like the voice of solitude.