We don't seem to be able to check crime, so why not legalize it and then tax it out of business.
I don't like being famous - it is like a prison. And driving for Ferrari would make it far worse.
I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world; And, for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it. Yet I'll hammer it out.
It is not at the table, but in prison, that you learn who your true friends are.
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.
Once we are destined to live out our lives in the prison of our mind, our duty is to furnish it well.
Governments have tried to stop crime through punishment throughout the ages, but crime continued in the past punishment remains. Crime can only be stopped through a preventive approach in the schools. You teach the students Transcendental Meditation, and right away they’ll begin using their full brain physiology sensible and they will not get sidetracked into wrong things.
Crimes lead one into another; they who are capable of being forgers are capable of being incendiaries.
It is hard, but it is excellent, to find the right knowledge of when correction is necessary and when grace doth most avail.
One of the problems that the marijuana reform movement consistently faces is that everyone wants to talk about what marijuana does, but no one ever wants to look at what marijuana prohibition does. Marijuana never kicks down your door in the middle of the night. Marijuana never locks up sick and dying people, does not suppress medical research, does not peek in bedroom windows.
The torment of human frustration, whatever its immediate cause, is the knowledge that the self is in prison, its vital force and 'mangled mind' leaking away in lonely, wasteful self-conflict.
Probably the only place where a man can feel really secure is in a maximum security prison, except for the imminent threat of release.
I have been studying how I may compare this prison where I live unto the world; Shut up in the prison of their own consciences.
No matter how you seem to fatten on a crime, that can never be good for the bee which is bad for the hive.
The worst of prison life, he thought, was not being able to close his door.