Extreme justice is extreme injustice.
Extreme justice is extreme injustice.
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Extreme justice is extreme injustice.
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.
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.
Probably the only place where a man can feel really secure is in a maximum security prison, except for the imminent threat of release.
The English laws punish vice; the Chinese laws do more, they reward virtue.
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.
While crime is punished it yet increases.
There's no greater threat to our independence, to our cherished freedoms and personal liberties than the continual, relentless injection of these insidious poisons into our system. We must decide whether we cherish independence from drugs, without which there is no freedom.
Do not lay on the multitude the blame that is due to a few.
The refined punishments of the spiritual mode are usually much more indecent and dangerous than a good smack.
No man should be judge in his own case.
He had drawn many a thousand of these rations in prisons and camps, and though he'd never had an opportunity to weight them on scales, and although, being a man of timid nature, he knew no way of standing up for his rights, he, like every other prisoner, had discovered long ago that honest weight was never to be found in the bread-cutting. There was short weight in every ration. The only point was how short. So every day you took a look to soothe your soul - today, maybe, they haven't snitched any.
I have never been contained except I made the prison.
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.
When it comes to freedom, we are but prisoners of our own desires.
A Sunday school is a prison in which children do penance for the evil conscience of their parents.
Overlook our deeds, since you know that crime was absent from our inclination.
Only free men can negotiate. Prisoners cannot enter into contracts.
In prisons, those things withheld from and denied to the prisoner become precisely what he wants most of all.
Written laws are like spiders' webs, and will, like them, only entangle and hold the poor and weak, while the rich and powerful will easily break through them.
It is true you cannot eat freedom and you cannot power machinery with democracy. But then neither can political prisoners turn on the light in the cells of a dictatorship.
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.
In a civilized society, all crimes are likely to be sins, but most sins are not and ought not to be treated as crimes.
I don't like jail, they got the wrong kind of bars in there.
Justice renders to every one his due.