To trial bring her stolen charms, and
To trial bring her stolen charms, and let her prison be my arms.
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To trial bring her stolen charms, and let her prison be my arms.
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.
Every crime has, in the moment of its perpetration, Its own avenging angel--dark misgiving, An ominous sinking at the inmost heart.
The guilt of enforced crimes lies on those who impose them.
One crime has to be concealed by another.
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.
Every instance of a man's suffering the penalty of the law is an instance of the failure of that penalty in effecting its purpose, which is to deter.
Reality becomes a prison to those who can’t get out of it.
We're in a war. People who blast some pot on a casual basis are guilty of treason.
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.
Two men look out the same prison bars; one sees mud and the other stars.
Nor cell, nor chain, nor dungeon speaks to the murderer like the voice of solitude.
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.
Money will determine whether the accused goes to prison or walks out of the courtroom a free man.
There are dreadful punishments enacted against thieves; but it were much better to make such good provisions, by which every man might be put in a method how to live, and so to be preserved from the fatal necessity of stealing and dying for it.
Crimes lead one into another; they who are capable of being forgers are capable of being incendiaries.
He who does not prevent a crime when he can, encourages it.
If we look at Houston, which is a very environmentally toxic place, we find that it has one of the highest levels of young men going to prison and also among the highest levels of illiteracy in the country.
A sick person is a prisoner.
Society prepares the crime; the criminal commits it.
In prisons, those things withheld from and denied to the prisoner become precisely what he wants most of all.
By noiselessly going to a prison a civil-resister ensures a calm atmosphere.
Three hundred years ago a prisoner condemned to the Tower of London carved on the wall of his cell this sentiment to keep up his spirits during his long imprisonment: “It is not adversity that kills, but the impatience with which we bear adversity.”
There's no greater threat to our independence, to our cherished freedoms and personal liberties than the continual, relentless injection of these insidious poisons into our system. We must decide whether we cherish independence from drugs, without which there is no freedom.
I wrote a million words in the first year, and I could never have done that outside of prison.