If we were brought to trial for the crimes we have committed against ourselves, few would escape the gallows.
The number of laws is constantly growing in all countries and, owing to this, what is called crime is very often not a crime at all, for it contains no element of violence or harm.
Here the great art lies, to discern in what the law is to be to restraint and punishment, and in what things persuasion only is to work.
One of the many lessons that one learns in prison is, that things are what they are and will be what they will be.
Mere factual innocence is no reason not to carry out a death sentence properly reached.
I am an expert of electricity. My father occupied the chair of applied electricity at the state prison.
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.
I never told a victim story about my imprisonment. Instead, I told a transformation story - about how prison changed my outlook, about how I saw that communication, truth, and trust are at the heart of power.
When is conduct a crime, and when is a crime not a crime? When Somebody Up There -- a monarch, a dictator, a Pope, a legislator -- so decrees.
To seek the redress of grievances by going to law, is like sheep running for shelter to a bramble bush.
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.
Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly.