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.
Why would anyone expect him to come out smarter? He went to prison for three years, not Princeton.
The object of punishment is prevention from evil; it never can be made impulsive to good.
Any punishment that does not correct, that can merely rouse rebellion in whoever has to endure it, is a piece of gratuitous infamy which makes those who impose it more guilty in the eyes of humanity, good sense and reason, nay a hundred times more guilty than the victim on whom the punishment is inflicted.
They're not supposed to show prison films in prison. Especially ones that are about escaping.
Virtue pardons the wicked, as the sandal-tree perfumes the axe which strikes it.
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.
On a planet that increasingly resembles one huge Maximum Security prison, the only intelligent choice is to plan a jail break.
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.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
The contagion of crime is like that of the plague. Criminals collected together corrupt each other; they are worse than ever when at the termination of their punishment they re-enter society.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
To my mind, to kill in war is not a whit better than to commit ordinary murder.
Corporal punishment falls far more heavily than most weighty pecuniary penalty.
To be in prison so long, it's difficult to remember exactly what you did to get there.
Society has used the juvenile courts to create a caste system where there are throw-away people.
I sometimes wish that people would put a little more emphasis upon the observance of the law than they do upon its enforcement.
In prisons, those things withheld from and denied to the prisoner become precisely what he wants most of all.
In jail a man has no personality. He is a minor disposal problem and a few entries on reports. Nobody cares who loves or hates him, what he looks like, what he did with his life. Nobody reacts to him unless he gives trouble. Nobody abuses him. All that is asked of him is that he go quietly to the right cell and remain quiet when he gets there. There is nothing to fight against, nothing to be mad at. The jailers are quiet men without animosity or sadism.