Man is condemned to be free.
Man is condemned to be free.
Once we are destined to live out our lives in the prison of our mind, our duty is to furnish it well.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
He who does not prevent a crime when he can, encourages it.
I sometimes wish that people would put a little more emphasis upon the observance of the law than they do upon its enforcement.
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.
Nor cell, nor chain, nor dungeon speaks to the murderer like the voice of solitude.
Self is the only prison that can bind the soul.
It becomes not a law-maker to be a law-breaker.
I can work for the Lord in or out of prison.
Probably the only place where a man can feel really secure is in a maximum security prison, except for the imminent threat of release.
The only real prison is fear, and the only real freedom is freedom from fear.
We don't seem to be able to check crime, so why not legalize it and then tax it out of business.
The public have more interest in the punishment of an injury than he who receives it.
He was a first-time nonviolent possible offender, ... And under the mandatory minimums, he was put in prison for 15 years. Not only does the punishment not fit the crime, but the mandatory minimums don't give judges any discretion to look at the background of the case, to read into the specifics of the case. I don't know a judge who really is in favor of the mandatory minimums.
Wherever any one is against his will, that is to him a prison.
A pedestal is as much a prison as any small, confined space.
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.
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.
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.
They took away my money, my family, and my security. Why couldn't they destroy my ideas? We will question them in court tomorrow as we trigger The Revolution of all revolutions!
Hard cases, it is said, make bad law.
We are prisoners of ideas.
It is hard, but it is excellent, to find the right knowledge of when correction is necessary and when grace doth most avail.