By noiselessly going to a prison a civil-resister ensures a calm atmosphere.
The world itself is but a large prison, out of which some are daily led to execution.
The only real prison is fear, and the only real freedom is freedom from fear.
History is full of people who went to prison or were burned at the stake for proclaiming their ideas. Society has always defended itself.
I submit that an individual who breaks a law that conscience tells him is unjust, and who willingly accepts the penalty of imprisonment in order to arouse the conscience of the community over its injustice, is in reality expressing the highest respect for the law.
The public have more interest in the punishment of an injury than he who receives it.
A just chastisement may benefit a man, though it seldom does; but an unjust one changes all his blood to gall.
Why would anyone expect him to come out smarter? He went to prison for three years, not Princeton.
Intellectual despair results in neither weakness nor dreams, but in violence. It is only a matter of knowing how to give vent to one's rage; whether one only wants to wander like madmen around prisons, or whether one wants to overturn them.
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.
I just remember that disturbing feeling of walking into that prison, the complete loss of privacy, the complete loss of stimulation, dignity.
Once we are destined to live out our lives in the prison of our mind, our duty is to furnish it well.
The law does not pretend to punish everything that is dishonest. That would seriously interfere with business.
I have paid no poll-tax for six years. I was put into a jail once on this account, for one night; and, as I stood considering the walls of solid stone, I could not help being struck with the foolishness of that institution which treated me as if I were mere flesh and blood and bones, to be locked up...I saw that, if there was a wall of stone between me and my townsmen, there was a still more difficult one to climb or break through, before they could get to be as free as I was. I did not for a moment feel confined, and the walls seemed a great waste of stone and mortar.
Virtue pardons the wicked, as the sandal-tree perfumes the axe which strikes it.
To be in prison so long, it's difficult to remember exactly what you did to get there.
The object of punishment is prevention from evil; it never can be made impulsive to good.
I was in prison, and you came unto me. Verily I say unto you, inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.
~(Jesus Christ) Matthew 25:36, 40
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.