When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
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 law does not pretend to punish everything that is dishonest. That would seriously interfere with business.
A Sunday school is a prison in which children do penance for the evil conscience of their parents.
Corporal punishment falls far more heavily than most weighty pecuniary penalty.
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.
I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.
If you strike at, imprison, or kill us, out of our prisons or graves we will still evoke a spirit that will thwart you, and perhaps, raise a force that will destroy you! We defy you! Do your worst!
Whatever you think of de Sade, he was a complex figure and we should not look for easy answers with him. He was, strangely perhaps, against the death penalty, and he was never put in prison for murders or anything like that.
Kill a man, and you are an assassin. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill everyone, and you are a God.
No written law has been more binding than unwritten custom supported by popular opinion.
One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem upon another.
To be in prison so long, it's difficult to remember exactly what you did to get there.
The difference between tax avoidance and tax evasion is the thickness of a prison walls.
Mere factual innocence is no reason not to carry out a death sentence properly reached.
There are dreadful punishments enacted against thieves; but it were much better to make such good provisions, by which every man might be put in a method how to live, and so to be preserved from the fatal necessity of stealing and dying for it.
Fast closed with double grills And triple gates–the cell To wicked souls is hell; But to a mind that's innocent 'Tis only iron, wood and stone.
Prison continues, on those who are entrusted to it, a work begun elsewhere, which the whole of society pursues on each individual through innumerable mechanisms of discipline.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.