I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.
We're in a war. People who blast some pot on a casual basis are guilty of treason.
There is no greater punishment of wickedness that that it is dissatisfied with itself and its deeds.
The only real prison is fear, and the only real freedom is freedom from fear.
Everyone is a prisoner of his own experiences. No one can eliminate prejudices - just recognize them.
You utter a vow, or forge a signature, and you may find yourself bound for life to a monastery, a woman, or prison.
The uneven impact of actual enforcement measures tends to mirror and reinforce more general patterns of discrimination (along socioeconomic, racial and ethnic, sexual, and perhaps generational lines) within the society. As a consequence, such enforcement (ineffective as it may be in producing conformity) almost certainly reinforces feelings of alienation already prevalent within major segments of the population.
I am certain that nothing has done so much to destroy the juridical safeguards of individual freedom as the striving after this mirage of social justice.
Crimes lead one into another; they who are capable of being forgers are capable of being incendiaries.
The contagion of crime is like that of the plague. Criminals collected together corrupt each other; they are worse than ever when at the termination of their punishment they re-enter society.
I just remember that disturbing feeling of walking into that prison, the complete loss of privacy, the complete loss of stimulation, dignity.
I don't like being famous - it is like a prison. And driving for Ferrari would make it far worse.
One should respect public opinion insofar as is necessary to avoid starvation and keep out of prison, but anything that goes beyond this is voluntary submission to an unnecessary tyranny.
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.
Prisons don't rehabilitate, they don't punish, they don't protect, so what the hell do they do?
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.