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.”
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.
The common argument that crime is caused by poverty is a kind of slander on the poor.
Mere factual innocence is no reason not to carry out a death sentence properly reached.
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.
You utter a vow, or forge a signature, and you may find yourself bound for life to a monastery, a woman, or prison.
Everyone is a prisoner of his own experiences. No one can eliminate prejudices - just recognize them.
Intellectual despair results in neither weakness nor dreams, but in violence. It is only a matter of knowing how to give vent to one's rage; whether one only wants to wander like madmen around prisons, or whether one wants to overturn them.
The degree of civilization in a society can be judged by entering its prisons.
Probably the only place where a man can feel really secure is in a maximum security prison, except for the imminent threat of release.
They took away my money, my family, and my security. Why couldn't they destroy my ideas? We will question them in court tomorrow as we trigger The Revolution of all revolutions!
I sometimes wish that people would put a little more emphasis upon the observance of the law than they do upon its enforcement.
And while God had work for Paul, he found him friends both in court and prison. Let persecutors send saints to prison, God can provide a keeper for their turn.
We don't seem to be able to check crime, so why not legalize it and then tax it out of business.
I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.
Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass, Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron, Can be retentive to the strength of spirit; But life, being weary of these worldly bars, Never lacks power to dismiss itself.
Most people fancy themselves innocent of those crimes of which they cannot be convicted.
No obligation to justice does force a man to be cruel, or to use the sharpest sentence.
Crime is a logical extension of the sort of behavior that often [is] considered perfectly respectable in legitimate business.
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?