One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem upon another.
Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass, Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron, Can be retentive to the strength of spirit; But life, being weary of these worldly bars, Never lacks power to dismiss itself.
Women now have choices. They can be married, not married, have a job, not have a job, be married with children, unmarried with children. Men have the same choice we've always had: work, or prison.
Prison makes you a better judge of character. You pick up on people much faster.
It is true you cannot eat freedom and you cannot power machinery with democracy. But then neither can political prisoners turn on the light in the cells of a dictatorship.
No obligation to justice does force a man to be cruel, or to use the sharpest sentence.
Justice is justice though it's always delayed and finally done only by mistake.
Most people fancy themselves innocent of those crimes of which they cannot be convicted.
Here the great art lies, to discern in what the law is to be to restraint and punishment, and in what things persuasion only is to work.
I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.
The English laws punish vice; the Chinese laws do more, they reward virtue.
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.
I was put into jail as I was going to the shoemaker's to get a shoe which was mended. When I was let out the next morning, I proceeded to finish my errand, and, having put on my mended shoe, joined a huckleberry party, who were impatient to put themselves under my conduct; and in half an hour -- for the horse was soon tackled -- was in the midst of a huckleberry field, on one of our highest hills, two miles off, and then the State was nowhere to be seen.
It is impossible to go through life without trust: That is to be imprisoned in the worst cell of all, oneself.
Virtue pardons the wicked, as the sandal-tree perfumes the axe which strikes it.