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.
Kill a man, and you are an assassin. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill everyone, and you are a God.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
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.
There is no peace because the making of peace is at least as costly as the making of war - at least as exigent, at least as disruptive, at least as liable to bring disgrace and prison and death in its wake.
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.
The only difference between me and my fellow actors is that I've spent more time in jail.
One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem upon another.
One of the many lessons that one learns in prison is, that things are what they are and will be what they will be.
There are only two places in the world where time takes precedence over the job to be done. School and prison.
The worst of prison life, he thought, was not being able to close his door.
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.
Everyone is a prisoner of his own experiences. No one can eliminate prejudices - just recognize them.
A just chastisement may benefit a man, though it seldom does; but an unjust one changes all his blood to gall.
The object of punishment is prevention from evil; it never can be made impulsive to good.
Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circles of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.
Every instance of a man's suffering the penalty of the law is an instance of the failure of that penalty in effecting its purpose, which is to deter.