I never saw a man who looked With such a
I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.
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I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.
Punishment, that is the justice for the unjust.
It is the spirit and not the form of law that keeps justice alive.
It is true you cannot eat freedom and you cannot power machinery with democracy. But then neither can political prisoners turn on the light in the cells of a dictatorship.
The solution to our drug problem is not in incarceration.
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
It is better that ten guilty persons escape, than that one innocent suffer.
The perfection of a thing consists in its essence; there are perfect criminals, as there are men of perfect probity.
The guilt of enforced crimes lies on those who impose them.
No man should be judge in his own case.
Mere factual innocence is no reason not to carry out a death sentence properly reached.
If you want total security, go to prison. There you’re fed, clothed, given medical care and so on. The only thing lacking…is freedom.
Faults of the head are punished in this world, those of the heart in another; but as most of our vices are compound, so also is their punishment.
Nelson Mandela and Malcolm X came out of prison stronger.
I sometimes wish that people would put a little more emphasis upon the observance of the law than they do upon its enforcement.
Some laws of state aimed at curbing crime are even more criminal.
I don't like being famous - it is like a prison. And driving for Ferrari would make it far worse.
When you are younger you get blamed for crimes you never committed and when you're older you begin to get credit for virtues you never possessed. It evens itself out.
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.
I wrote a million words in the first year, and I could never have done that outside of prison.
Body is a home, a prison and a grave.
One crime is everything; two nothing.
I just remember that disturbing feeling of walking into that prison, the complete loss of privacy, the complete loss of stimulation, dignity.
The virtue of justice consists in moderation, as regulated by wisdom.
What is crime amongst the multitude, is only vice among the few.