Probably the only place where a man can
Probably the only place where a man can feel really secure is in a maximum security prison, except for the imminent threat of release.
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Probably the only place where a man can feel really secure is in a maximum security prison, except for the imminent threat of release.
Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of their own minds.
I can work for the Lord in or out of prison.
It is not at the table, but in prison, that you learn who your true friends are.
Man is condemned to be free.
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. Even if one takes every reefer madness allegation of the prohibitionists at face value, marijuana prohibition has done far more harm to far more people than marijuana ever could.
The refined punishments of the spiritual mode are usually much more indecent and dangerous than a good smack.
It is better that ten guilty persons escape, than that one innocent suffer.
Justice is justice though it's always delayed and finally done only by mistake.
The English laws punish vice; the Chinese laws do more, they reward virtue.
In my country we go to prison first and then become President.
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.
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.
The perfection of a thing consists in its essence; there are perfect criminals, as there are men of perfect probity.
I existed in a world that never is - the prison of the mind.
Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrist? And what has he been after that they groan and shake their fists? And wherefore is he wearing such a conscience-stricken air? Oh they're taking him to prison for the colour of his hair.
Those magistrates who can prevent crime, and do not, in effect encourage it.
I sometimes wish that people would put a little more emphasis upon the observance of the law than they do upon its enforcement.
By noiselessly going to a prison a civil-resister ensures a calm atmosphere.
I don't like being famous - it is like a prison. And driving for Ferrari would make it far worse.
He had drawn many a thousand of these rations in prisons and camps, and though he'd never had an opportunity to weight them on scales, and although, being a man of timid nature, he knew no way of standing up for his rights, he, like every other prisoner, had discovered long ago that honest weight was never to be found in the bread-cutting. There was short weight in every ration. The only point was how short. So every day you took a look to soothe your soul - today, maybe, they haven't snitched any.
The world is a prison in which solitary confinement is preferable.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
To seek the redress of grievances by going to law, is like sheep running for shelter to a bramble bush.
Wherever any one is against his will, that is to him a prison.