The number of laws is constantly growing in all countries and, owing to this, what is called crime is very often not a crime at all, for it contains no element of violence or harm.
I was put into jail as I was going to the shoemaker's to get a shoe which was mended. When I was let out the next morning, I proceeded to finish my errand, and, having put on my mended shoe, joined a huckleberry party, who were impatient to put themselves under my conduct; and in half an hour -- for the horse was soon tackled -- was in the midst of a huckleberry field, on one of our highest hills, two miles off, and then the State was nowhere to be seen.
In prisons, those things withheld from and denied to the prisoner become precisely what he wants most of all.
It is the deed that teaches, not the name we give it. Murder and capital punishment are not opposites that cancel one another, but similars that breed their own kind.
Wicked deeds are generally done, even with impunity, for the mere desire of occupation.
There is no greater punishment of wickedness that that it is dissatisfied with itself and its deeds.
We're in a war. People who blast some pot on a casual basis are guilty of treason.
The only real prison is fear, and the only real freedom is freedom from fear.
Fast closed with double grills And triple gates–the cell To wicked souls is hell; But to a mind that's innocent 'Tis only iron, wood and stone.
In a civilized society, all crimes are likely to be sins, but most sins are not and ought not to be treated as crimes.
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.
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.
A man will be imprisoned in a room with a door that's unlocked and opens inwards, as long as it does not occur to him to pull rather than push.
Prisons don't rehabilitate, they don't punish, they don't protect, so what the hell do they do?
On a planet that increasingly resembles one huge Maximum Security prison, the only intelligent choice is to plan a jail break.
Why would anyone expect him to come out smarter? He went to prison for three years, not Princeton.