I know not whether laws be right, or whether laws be wrong; All that we know who lie in gaol is that the wall is strong; And that each day is like a year, a year whose days are long.
I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world; And, for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it. Yet I'll hammer it out.
The world itself is but a large prison, out of which some are daily led to execution.
What is crime amongst the multitude, is only vice among the few.
Assassination is the extreme form of censorship.
Society prepares the crime; the criminal commits it.
Steal goods and you’ll go to prison, steal lands and you are a king.
Clemency alone makes us equal to the gods.
Let us remember that justice must be observed even to the lowest.
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.
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.
No man should be judge in his own case.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of their own minds.
Once we are destined to live out our lives in the prison of our mind, our duty is to furnish it well.
Crime is a logical extension of the sort of behavior that often [is] considered perfectly respectable in legitimate business.
When you are younger you get blamed for crimes you never committed and when you're older you begin to get credit for virtues you never possessed. It evens itself out.
Here the great art lies, to discern in what the law is to be to restraint and punishment, and in what things persuasion only is to work.
I existed in a world that never is - the prison of the mind.
He who opens a school door, closes a prison.
No matter how you seem to fatten on a crime, that can never be good for the bee which is bad for the hive.
Well does Heaven have care that no man secures happiness by crime.
I know not whether laws be right, or whether laws be wrong; All that we know who lie in gaol is that the wall is strong; And that each day is like a year, a year whose days are long.
And while God had work for Paul, he found him friends both in court and prison. Let persecutors send saints to prison, God can provide a keeper for their turn.
We're in a war. People who blast some pot on a casual basis are guilty of treason.
