So justice while she winks at crimes, Stumbles on innocence sometimes.
The English laws punish vice; the Chinese laws do more, they reward virtue.
The thoughts of a prisoner - they're not free either. They keep returning to the same things.
Concepts of justice must have hands and feet to carry out justice in every case in the shortest possible time and the lowest possible cost. That is the challenge to every lawyer and judge in America.
Shyness is the prison of the heart.
Probably the only place where a man can feel really secure is in a maximum security prison, except for the imminent threat of release.
They were being driven to a prison, through no fault of their own, in all probability for life. In comparison, how much easier it would be to walk to the gallows than to this tomb of living horrors!
No matter how you seem to fatten on a crime, that can never be good for the bee which is bad for the hive.
Clemency alone makes us equal to the gods.
By noiselessly going to a prison a civil-resister ensures a calm atmosphere.
The guilt of enforced crimes lies on those who impose them.
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.
Written laws are like spiders' webs, and will, like them, only entangle and hold the poor and weak, while the rich and powerful will easily break through them.
Self is the only prison that can bind the soul.
I sometimes wish that people would put a little more emphasis upon the observance of the law than they do upon its enforcement.
Wherever any one is against his will, that is to him a prison.
The object of punishment is prevention from evil; it never can be made impulsive to good.
You utter a vow, or forge a signature, and you may find yourself bound for life to a monastery, a woman, or prison.
We're in a war. People who blast some pot on a casual basis are guilty of treason.
Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrist? And what has he been after that they groan and shake their fists? And wherefore is he wearing such a conscience-stricken air? Oh they're taking him to prison for the colour of his hair.
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.
A variety in punishment is of utility, as well as a proportion.
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.
Pardon is the virtue of victory.
