Wicked deeds are generally done, even with impunity, for the mere desire of occupation.
One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem upon another.
If punishment reaches not the mind and makes not the will supple, it hardens the offender.
Faults of the head are punished in this world, those of the heart in another; but as most of our vices are compound, so also is their punishment.
Justice is justice though it's always delayed and finally done only by mistake.
I just remember that disturbing feeling of walking into that prison, the complete loss of privacy, the complete loss of stimulation, dignity.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
The difference between tax avoidance and tax evasion is the thickness of a prison walls.
Justice is that virtue of the soul which is distributive according to desert.
No matter how you seem to fatten on a crime, that can never be good for the bee which is bad for the hive.
He had drawn many a thousand of these rations in prisons and camps, and though he'd never had an opportunity to weight them on scales, and although, being a man of timid nature, he knew no way of standing up for his rights, he, like every other prisoner, had discovered long ago that honest weight was never to be found in the bread-cutting. There was short weight in every ration. The only point was how short. So every day you took a look to soothe your soul - today, maybe, they haven't snitched any.
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.
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.
Most people fancy themselves innocent of those crimes of which they cannot be convicted.
Care should be taken that the punishment does not exceed the guilt; and also that some men do not suffer for offenses for which others are not even indicted.
I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.
If we were brought to trial for the crimes we have committed against ourselves, few would escape the gallows.