C. Accommodation, personal hygiene, bedding and food

In the United States, mail privileges were unrestricted.

Nearly half had a cubic volume of air per prisoner of no more than 10 m3 but six countries reported having more than 30 m3 (see table 5). Table 4. Floor space per prisoner

I. Inspection Almost all countries reported that penal institutions and services were regularly inspected (Rule 55).

In more than a quarter it was between 11 and 20 days and in about a quarter it was between 21 and 30 days. In the Philippines it was between 31 and 40 days.

Less than half the responding countries reported that after care services were available for all prisoners in a further seventh they were available for a majority of prisoners.

For eternity? For the perfect work of art? For love?

For you.

Only thing for you. Just for you.

To go home, to be free.

However for you, for loving you

For relaxation and for health.

For them. For the Revolution.

But a lot of people got in it for the money and the power and the travel.

It's not against women, it's for us, for us women, for our children.

To Gilda.

That's all forgotten.

That he'd be here after all. At least, if not for me, for our little girl, for Cindy.

For my sons. For you, Joe.

For sake of selves and country.

Sure, for business, but more for you.

Some do it for a million, some for ten hundred and for 62,000.

For me, you'll do it again, for your Marco.

Well, not for my sake entirely, but for yours.

No, it's not for fun. It's the money.

Out of all our dreams, we have each other.

Here's to our bonus.

That's for the delay.

For your sake, his sake and their sake.

I thought, having heard, you might begin to know to understand why.

To annoy Crassus, of course, and to help you.

For the boys sake, for my sake and for your own... Won't you stop?

You got to remember, that's all. All right now, for me. For me.

To your health... so precious to so many.

Is it to hurt me or to make yourself suffer?

Is it me you want or is it the garrison?

Not for money. Really.

I know these guys. They kill for money, not love.

I am back for my daily bread, and to end my days in peace.

But some were for working, some were for playing, some were for guys to collect their things.

I'm not fighting for anything anymore except myself.

It wasn't for spite or hate... or for money.

What I do, I do not for myself... but for Rome.

I'd give everything for a moment of glory, for an instant of triumph, for the love of men I don't even know.

Why, because she's dead?