Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrist? And what has he been after that they groan and shake their fists? And wherefore is he wearing such a conscience-stricken air? Oh they're taking him to prison for the colour of his hair.
Civilization is maintained by a very few people in a small number of places and we need only some bombs and a few prisons to blot it out altogether.
We're in a war. People who blast some pot on a casual basis are guilty of treason.
Crimes lead one into another; they who are capable of being forgers are capable of being incendiaries.
I am an expert of electricity. My father occupied the chair of applied electricity at the state prison.
Nor cell, nor chain, nor dungeon speaks to the murderer like the voice of solitude.
To try to raise a son from inside the prison walls is a very difficult thing. But I want to say to the world my son at 16 was the one who tried the most to get me out of prison.
The only difference between me and my fellow actors is that I've spent more time in jail.
No matter how you seem to fatten on a crime, that can never be good for the bee which is bad for the hive.
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.
There are only two places in the world where time takes precedence over the job to be done. School and prison.
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 have been studying how I may compare this prison where I live unto the world; Shut up in the prison of their own consciences.
What restrains us from killing is partly fear of punishment, partly moral scruple, and partly what may be described as a sense of humor.