We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
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.
Prison makes you a better judge of character. You pick up on people much faster.
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.
Those magistrates who can prevent crime, and do not, in effect encourage it.
The law does not pretend to punish everything that is dishonest. That would seriously interfere with business.
The world itself is but a large prison, out of which some are daily led to execution.
There are only two places in the world where time takes precedence over the job to be done. School and prison.
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.
I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.
The best situation of all, and one frequently utilized, is for jails and prisons to allow volunteer ministers of all faiths to enter prisons and offer their services to the inmates who want them. That way, the religious needs of inmates are met but without government funds being spent.
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.
I know not whether laws be right, or whether laws be wrong; All that we know who lie in gaol is that the wall is strong; And that each day is like a year, a year whose days are long.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
Adversities such as being homeless and going to prison has made many people stronger.
It was only when I lay there on the rotting prison straw that I sensed within myself the first stirrings of good. Gradually it was disclosed to me that the line separating good and evil passes not between states nor between social classes nor between political parties, but right through every human heart, through all human hearts. And that is why I turn back to the years of my imprisonment and say, sometimes to the astonishment of those about me, bless you, prison, for having been a part of my life.