In a civilized society, all crimes are likely to be sins, but most sins are not and ought not to be treated as crimes.
It is certain that the study of human psychology, if it were undertaken exclusively in prisons, would also lead to misrepresentation and absurd generalizations.
To make punishments efficacious, two things are necessary. They must never be disproportioned to the offence, and they must be certain.
The worst of prison life, he thought, was not being able to close his door.
I submit that an individual who breaks a law that conscience tells him is unjust, and who willingly accepts the penalty of imprisonment in order to arouse the conscience of the community over its injustice, is in reality expressing the highest respect for the law.
I am an expert of electricity. My father occupied the chair of applied electricity at the state prison.
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.
We're in a war. People who blast some pot on a casual basis are guilty of treason.
It is not at the table, but in prison, that you learn who your true friends are.
It is better that ten guilty persons escape, than that one innocent suffer.
The object of punishment is prevention from evil; it never can be made impulsive to good.
A just chastisement may benefit a man, though it seldom does; but an unjust one changes all his blood to gall.
Experts and the educated elite have replaced what worked with what sounded good. Society was far more civilized before they took over our schools, prisons, welfare programs, police departments and courts. It's high time we ran these people out of our lives and went back to common sense.
In jail a man has no personality. He is a minor disposal problem and a few entries on reports. Nobody cares who loves or hates him, what he looks like, what he did with his life. Nobody reacts to him unless he gives trouble. Nobody abuses him. All that is asked of him is that he go quietly to the right cell and remain quiet when he gets there. There is nothing to fight against, nothing to be mad at. The jailers are quiet men without animosity or sadism.
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 sometimes wish that people would put a little more emphasis upon the observance of the law than they do upon its enforcement.