Nor cell, nor chain, nor dungeon speaks to the murderer like the voice of solitude.
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.
If you want total security, go to prison. There you’re fed, clothed, given medical care and so on. The only thing lacking…is freedom.
There are few better measures of the concern a society has for its individual members and its own well being than the way it handles criminals.
Overlook our deeds, since you know that crime was absent from our inclination.
Crime is a logical extension of the sort of behavior that often [is] considered perfectly respectable in legitimate business.
Educate your children to self-control, to the habit of holding passion and prejudice and evil tendencies to an upright and reasoning will, and you have done much to abolish misery from their future lives and crimes to society.
The perfection of a thing consists in its essence; there are perfect criminals, as there are men of perfect probity.
Most people fancy themselves innocent of those crimes of which they cannot be convicted.
The mellow sweetness of pumpkin pie off a prison spoon is something you will never forget.
The reformative effect of punishment is a belief that dies hard, chiefly I think, because it is so satisfying to our sadistic impulses.
Prison, dungeons, blessed places where evil is impossible because they are the crossroads of all the evil in the world. One cannot commit evil in hell.