Written laws are like spiders' webs, and will, like them, only entangle and hold the poor and weak, while the rich and powerful will easily break through them.
The mellow sweetness of pumpkin pie off a prison spoon is something you will never forget.
The only effect of public punishment is to show the rabble how bravely it can be borne; and that every one who hath lost a toe-nail hath suffered worse.
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.
Fear can be like a prison. It is, however, a self made prison. Many are imprisoned by fear. No one else can liberate them from this prison. Others may inspire them but they must liberate themselves.
The penalty for laughing in a courtroom is six months in jail; if it were not for this penalty, the jury would never hear the evidence.
No man survives when freedom fails. The best men rot in filthy jails, and those who cry 'appease, appease' are hanged by those they tried to please.
A just chastisement may benefit a man, though it seldom does; but an unjust one changes all his blood to gall.
Federal prison, if you get any of it, you're going to have to do 85% of it. And the reason why I called it that is because I had a friend who got sent to the federal joint and his whole... it wasn't about him being in jail. He cried about the 85%.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
I can tell you this on a stack of Bibles: prisons are archaic, brutal, unregenerative, overcrowded hell holes where the inmates are treated like animals with absolutely not one humane thought given to what they are going to do once they are released. You're an animal in a cage and you're treated like one.
I am an expert of electricity. My father occupied the chair of applied electricity at the state prison.
In prisons, those things withheld from and denied to the prisoner become precisely what he wants most of all.
The thoughts of a prisoner - they're not free either. They keep returning to the same things.
Crimes lead one into another; they who are capable of being forgers are capable of being incendiaries.
Nor cell, nor chain, nor dungeon speaks to the murderer like the voice of solitude.
The worst of prison life, he thought, was not being able to close his door.
It is better that ten guilty persons escape, than that one innocent suffer.
The torment of human frustration, whatever its immediate cause, is the knowledge that the self is in prison, its vital force and 'mangled mind' leaking away in lonely, wasteful self-conflict.
If punishment reaches not the mind and makes not the will supple, it hardens the offender.
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.