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The mellow sweetness of pumpkin pie off a prison spoon is something you will never forget.
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The mellow sweetness of pumpkin pie off a prison spoon is something you will never forget.
Man is born free, and everywhere he is in chains.
One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem upon another.
Justice is justice though it's always delayed and finally done only by mistake.
Nor cell, nor chain, nor dungeon speaks to the murderer like the voice of solitude.
You utter a vow, or forge a signature, and you may find yourself bound for life to a monastery, a woman, or prison.
He who does not prevent a crime when he can, encourages it.
Society prepares the crime; the criminal commits it.
Justice renders to every one his due.
History is full of people who went to prison or were burned at the stake for proclaiming their ideas. Society has always defended itself.
Trial by jury itself, instead of being a security to persons who are accused, shall be a delusion, a mockery, and a snare.
It becomes not a law-maker to be a law-breaker.
No matter how you seem to fatten on a crime, that can never be good for the bee which is bad for the hive.
It is hard, but it is excellent, to find the right knowledge of when correction is necessary and when grace doth most avail.
Extreme justice is extreme injustice.
Prison, dungeons, blessed places where evil is impossible because they are the crossroads of all the evil in the world. One cannot commit evil in hell.
There are few better measures of the concern a society has for its individual members and its own well being than the way it handles criminals.
There is no peace because the making of peace is at least as costly as the making of war - at least as exigent, at least as disruptive, at least as liable to bring disgrace and prison and death in its wake.
Some laws of state aimed at curbing crime are even more criminal.
While crime is punished it yet increases.
What restrains us from killing is partly fear of punishment, partly moral scruple, and partly what may be described as a sense of humor.
What is crime amongst the multitude, is only vice among the few.
Assassination is the extreme form of censorship.
Two men look out the same prison bars; one sees mud and the other stars.
To make punishments efficacious, two things are necessary. They must never be disproportioned to the offence, and they must be certain.