On a planet that increasingly resembles one huge Maximum Security prison, the only intelligent choice is to plan a jail break.
He had drawn many a thousand of these rations in prisons and camps, and though he'd never had an opportunity to weight them on scales, and although, being a man of timid nature, he knew no way of standing up for his rights, he, like every other prisoner, had discovered long ago that honest weight was never to be found in the bread-cutting. There was short weight in every ration. The only point was how short. So every day you took a look to soothe your soul - today, maybe, they haven't snitched any.
In prisons, those things withheld from and denied to the prisoner become precisely what he wants most of all.
There is no greater punishment of wickedness that that it is dissatisfied with itself and its deeds.
There are only two places in the world where time takes precedence over the job to be done. School and prison.
If punishment reaches not the mind and makes not the will supple, it hardens the offender.
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.
Women now have choices. They can be married, not married, have a job, not have a job, be married with children, unmarried with children. Men have the same choice we've always had: work, or prison.
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.
I was in prison, and you came unto me. Verily I say unto you, inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.
~(Jesus Christ) Matthew 25:36, 40
There is no peace because the making of peace is at least as costly as the making of war - at least as exigent, at least as disruptive, at least as liable to bring disgrace and prison and death in its wake.
Once we are destined to live out our lives in the prison of our mind, our duty is to furnish it well.
Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circles of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.
No written law has been more binding than unwritten custom supported by popular opinion.
Every crime has, in the moment of its perpetration, Its own avenging angel--dark misgiving, An ominous sinking at the inmost heart.
Everyone is a prisoner of his own experiences. No one can eliminate prejudices - just recognize them.