What restrains us from killing is partly fear of punishment, partly moral scruple, and partly what may be described as a sense of humor.
The only real prison is fear, and the only real freedom is freedom from fear.
It is the deed that teaches, not the name we give it. Murder and capital punishment are not opposites that cancel one another, but similars that breed their own kind.
If we look at Houston, which is a very environmentally toxic place, we find that it has one of the highest levels of young men going to prison and also among the highest levels of illiteracy in the country.
The law does not pretend to punish everything that is dishonest. That would seriously interfere with business.
It is impossible to go through life without trust: That is to be imprisoned in the worst cell of all, oneself.
I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.
We shall not yield to violence. We shall not be deprived of union freedoms. We shall never agree with sending people to prison for their convictions.
When is conduct a crime, and when is a crime not a crime? When Somebody Up There -- a monarch, a dictator, a Pope, a legislator -- so decrees.
In jail a man has no personality. He is a minor disposal problem and a few entries on reports. Nobody cares who loves or hates him, what he looks like, what he did with his life. Nobody reacts to him unless he gives trouble. Nobody abuses him. All that is asked of him is that he go quietly to the right cell and remain quiet when he gets there. There is nothing to fight against, nothing to be mad at. The jailers are quiet men without animosity or sadism.
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.
To seek the redress of grievances by going to law, is like sheep running for shelter to a bramble bush.