There is a point at which even justice
There is a point at which even justice does injury.
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There is a point at which even justice does injury.
To my mind, to kill in war is not a whit better than to commit ordinary murder.
He who opens a school door, closes a prison.
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!
It is more dangerous that even a guilty person should be punished without the forms of law than that he should escape.
Every crime has, in the moment of its perpetration, Its own avenging angel--dark misgiving, An ominous sinking at the inmost heart.
A country is in a bad state, which is governed only by laws; because a thousand things occur for which laws cannot provide, and where authority ought to interpose.
Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrist? And what has he been after that they groan and shake their fists? And wherefore is he wearing such a conscience-stricken air? Oh they're taking him to prison for the colour of his hair.
While crime is punished it yet increases.
One crime has to be concealed by another.
He who does not prevent a crime when he can, encourages it.
Wherever any one is against his will, that is to him a prison.
Corporal punishment falls far more heavily than most weighty pecuniary penalty.
So justice while she winks at crimes, Stumbles on innocence sometimes.
The mellow sweetness of pumpkin pie off a prison spoon is something you will never forget.
Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly.
Kill a man, and you are an assassin. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill everyone, and you are a God.
Only free men can negotiate. Prisoners cannot enter into contracts.
Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of their own minds.
Those magistrates who can prevent crime, and do not, in effect encourage it.
Intellectual despair results in neither weakness nor dreams, but in violence. It is only a matter of knowing how to give vent to one's rage; whether one only wants to wander like madmen around prisons, or whether one wants to overturn them.
Two men look out the same prison bars; one sees mud and the other stars.
I never told a victim story about my imprisonment. Instead, I told a transformation story - about how prison changed my outlook, about how I saw that communication, truth, and trust are at the heart of power.
Crimes lead one into another; they who are capable of being forgers are capable of being incendiaries.
Some laws of state aimed at curbing crime are even more criminal.