No written law has been more binding than unwritten custom supported by popular opinion.
The refined punishments of the spiritual mode are usually much more indecent and dangerous than a good smack.
Experts and the educated elite have replaced what worked with what sounded good. Society was far more civilized before they took over our schools, prisons, welfare programs, police departments and courts. It's high time we ran these people out of our lives and went back to common sense.
I am certain that nothing has done so much to destroy the juridical safeguards of individual freedom as the striving after this mirage of social justice.
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.
I submit that an individual who breaks a law that conscience tells him is unjust, and who willingly accepts the penalty of imprisonment in order to arouse the conscience of the community over its injustice, is in reality expressing the highest respect for the law.
One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem upon another.
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.
In a civilized society, all crimes are likely to be sins, but most sins are not and ought not to be treated as crimes.
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.
I sometimes wish that people would put a little more emphasis upon the observance of the law than they do upon its enforcement.
No matter how you seem to fatten on a crime, that can never be good for the bee which is bad for the hive.
I have been studying how I may compare this prison where I live unto the world; Shut up in the prison of their own consciences.
It is better that ten guilty persons escape, than that one innocent suffer.
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.
We who live in prison, and in whose lives there is no event but sorrow, have to measure time by throbs of pain, and the record of bitter moments.