One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem upon another.
I just remember that disturbing feeling of walking into that prison, the complete loss of privacy, the complete loss of stimulation, dignity.
It is hard, but it is excellent, to find the right knowledge of when correction is necessary and when grace doth most avail.
On a planet that increasingly resembles one huge Maximum Security prison, the only intelligent choice is to plan a jail break.
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.
Wicked deeds are generally done, even with impunity, for the mere desire of occupation.
If you want total security, go to prison. There you’re fed, clothed, given medical care and so on. The only thing lacking…is freedom.
The perfection of a thing consists in its essence; there are perfect criminals, as there are men of perfect probity.
The contagion of crime is like that of the plague. Criminals collected together corrupt each other; they are worse than ever when at the termination of their punishment they re-enter society.
Adversities such as being homeless and going to prison has made many people stronger.
I sometimes wish that people would put a little more emphasis upon the observance of the law than they do upon its enforcement.
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.
Corporal punishment falls far more heavily than most weighty pecuniary penalty.
To try to raise a son from inside the prison walls is a very difficult thing. But I want to say to the world my son at 16 was the one who tried the most to get me out of prison.
The worst prison is not of stone. It is of a throbbing heart, outraged by an infamous life.