I have been studying how I may compare this prison where I live unto the world; Shut up in the prison of their own consciences.
The thoughts of a prisoner - they're not free either. They keep returning to the same things.
Once we are destined to live out our lives in the prison of our mind, our duty is to furnish it well.
The common argument that crime is caused by poverty is a kind of slander on the poor.
Written laws are like spiders' webs, and will, like them, only entangle and hold the poor and weak, while the rich and powerful will easily break through them.
Nothing can be more abhorrent to democracy than to imprison a person or keep him in prison because he is unpopular. This is really the test of civilization.
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.
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.
The refined punishments of the spiritual mode are usually much more indecent and dangerous than a good smack.
No matter how you seem to fatten on a crime, that can never be good for the bee which is bad for the hive.
Prosecution I have managed to avoid; but I have been arrested, charged in a police court, have refused to be bound over, and thereupon have been unconditionally released - to my great regret; for I have always wanted to know what going to prison was like.
You utter a vow, or forge a signature, and you may find yourself bound for life to a monastery, a woman, or prison.
The world itself is but a large prison, out of which some are daily led to execution.