No matter how you seem to fatten on a crime, that can never be good for the bee which is bad for the hive.
We're in a war. People who blast some pot on a casual basis are guilty of treason.
Organized crime in America takes in over forty billion dollars a year. This is quite a profitable sum, especially when one considers that the Mafia spends very little for office supplies.
You utter a vow, or forge a signature, and you may find yourself bound for life to a monastery, a woman, or prison.
To be in prison so long, it's difficult to remember exactly what you did to get there.
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.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
No man survives when freedom fails. The best men rot in filthy jails, and those who cry 'appease, appease' are hanged by those they tried to please.
Law is merely the expression of the will of the strongest for the time being, and therefore laws have no fixity, but shift from generation to generation.
The English laws punish vice; the Chinese laws do more, they reward virtue.
Probably the only place where a man can feel really secure is in a maximum security prison, except for the imminent threat of release.
Everyone is a prisoner of his own experiences. No one can eliminate prejudices - just recognize them.
To my mind, to kill in war is not a whit better than to commit ordinary murder.
To seek the redress of grievances by going to law, is like sheep running for shelter to a bramble bush.