When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
Kill a man, and you are an assassin. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill everyone, and you are a God.
If we were brought to trial for the crimes we have committed against ourselves, few would escape the gallows.
The object of punishment is prevention from evil; it never can be made impulsive to good.
By noiselessly going to a prison a civil-resister ensures a calm atmosphere.
When the Nazis came for the communists, I remained silent; I was not a communist. When they locked up the social democrats, I remained silent; I was not a social democrat. When they came for the trade unionists, I did not speak out; I was not a trade unionist. When they came for me, there was no one left to speak out.
It is impossible to go through life without trust: That is to be imprisoned in the worst cell of all, oneself.
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.
The degree of civilization in a society can be judged by entering its prisons.
To seek the redress of grievances by going to law, is like sheep running for shelter to a bramble bush.
Organized crime in America takes in over forty billion dollars a year. This is quite a profitable sum, especially when one considers that the Mafia spends very little for office supplies.
We're in a war. People who blast some pot on a casual basis are guilty of treason.
Definition, rationality, and structure are ways of seeing, but they become prisons when they blank out other ways of seeing.
It is hard, but it is excellent, to find the right knowledge of when correction is necessary and when grace doth most avail.
I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.
Justice is justice though it's always delayed and finally done only by mistake.
Taught from infancy that beauty is woman's sceptre, the mind shapes itself to the body, and roaming round its gilt cage, only seeks to adorn its prison.