If you strike at, imprison, or kill us, out of our prisons or graves we will still evoke a spirit that will thwart you, and perhaps, raise a force that will destroy you! We defy you! Do your worst!
One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem upon another.
The worst of prison life, he thought, was not being able to close his door.
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 is no greater punishment of wickedness that that it is dissatisfied with itself and its deeds.
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.
Crime is a logical extension of the sort of behavior that often [is] considered perfectly respectable in legitimate business.
What restrains us from killing is partly fear of punishment, partly moral scruple, and partly what may be described as a sense of humor.
Taught from infancy that beauty is woman's sceptre, the mind shapes itself to the body, and roaming round its gilt cage, only seeks to adorn its prison.
In a civilized society, all crimes are likely to be sins, but most sins are not and ought not to be treated as crimes.
There are only two places in the world where time takes precedence over the job to be done. School and prison.
It is certain that the study of human psychology, if it were undertaken exclusively in prisons, would also lead to misrepresentation and absurd generalizations.
The law does not pretend to punish everything that is dishonest. That would seriously interfere with business.
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.
Society has used the juvenile courts to create a caste system where there are throw-away people.
Wicked deeds are generally done, even with impunity, for the mere desire of occupation.
The perfection of a thing consists in its essence; there are perfect criminals, as there are men of perfect probity.
Show me the prison, Show me the jail, Show me the prisoner whose life has gone stale. And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why And there, but for fortune, go you or I.
I wrote a million words in the first year, and I could never have done that outside of prison.