Quotes

It is safer that a bad man should not be accused, than that he should be acquitted.

Man is born free, and everywhere he is in chains.

Justice renders to every one his due.

To trial bring her stolen charms, and let her prison be my arms.

To seek the redress of grievances by going to law, is like sheep running for shelter to a bramble bush.

Three hundred years ago a prisoner condemned to the Tower of London carved on the wall of his cell this sentiment to keep up his spirits during his long imprisonment: “It is not adversity that kills, but the impatience with which we bear adversity.”

If it's near dinner-time, the foreman takes out his watch when the jury has retired, and says: "Dear me, gentlemen, ten minutes to five, I declare! I dine at five, gentlemen." "So do I," says everybody else, except two men who ought to have dined at three and seem more than half disposed to stand out in consequence. The foreman smiles, and puts up his watch:--"Well, gentlemen, what do we say, plaintiff or defendant, gentlemen?

I was put into jail as I was going to the shoemaker's to get a shoe which was mended. When I was let out the next morning, I proceeded to finish my errand, and, having put on my mended shoe, joined a huckleberry party, who were impatient to put themselves under my conduct; and in half an hour -- for the horse was soon tackled -- was in the midst of a huckleberry field, on one of our highest hills, two miles off, and then the State was nowhere to be seen.

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.

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.

Adversities such as being homeless and going to prison has made many people stronger.

I was in prison, and you came unto me. Verily I say unto you, inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.
~(Jesus Christ) Matthew 25:36, 40

I am an expert of electricity. My father occupied the chair of applied electricity at the state prison.

Shyness is the prison of the heart.

Justice is that virtue of the soul which is distributive according to desert.

I have never been contained except I made the prison.

One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem upon another.

The English laws punish vice; the Chinese laws do more, they reward virtue.

Wicked deeds are generally done, even with impunity, for the mere desire of occupation.

The torment of human frustration, whatever its immediate cause, is the knowledge that the self is in prison, its vital force and 'mangled mind' leaking away in lonely, wasteful self-conflict.

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.

The refined punishments of the spiritual mode are usually much more indecent and dangerous than a good smack.

The world itself is but a large prison, out of which some are daily led to execution.

One of the problems that the marijuana reform movement consistently faces is that everyone wants to talk about what marijuana does, but no one ever wants to look at what marijuana prohibition does. Marijuana never kicks down your door in the middle of the night. Marijuana never locks up sick and dying people, does not suppress medical research, does not peek in bedroom windows. Even if one takes every reefer madness allegation of the prohibitionists at face value, marijuana prohibition has done far more harm to far more people than marijuana ever could.

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.