It is true you cannot eat freedom and you cannot power machinery with democracy. But then neither can political prisoners turn on the light in the cells of a dictatorship.
Faults of the head are punished in this world, those of the heart in another; but as most of our vices are compound, so also is their punishment.
Federal prison, if you get any of it, you're going to have to do 85% of it. And the reason why I called it that is because I had a friend who got sent to the federal joint and his whole... it wasn't about him being in jail. He cried about the 85%.
I am an expert of electricity. My father occupied the chair of applied electricity at the state prison.
Prisons don't rehabilitate, they don't punish, they don't protect, so what the hell do they do?
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 never told a victim story about my imprisonment. Instead, I told a transformation story - about how prison changed my outlook, about how I saw that communication, truth, and trust are at the heart of power.
In a civilized society, all crimes are likely to be sins, but most sins are not and ought not to be treated as crimes.
There's no greater threat to our independence, to our cherished freedoms and personal liberties than the continual, relentless injection of these insidious poisons into our system. We must decide whether we cherish independence from drugs, without which there is no freedom.
The only real prison is fear, and the only real freedom is freedom from fear.
If it's near dinner-time, the foreman takes out his watch when the jury has retired, and says: "Dear me, gentlemen, ten minutes to five, I declare! I dine at five, gentlemen." "So do I," says everybody else, except two men who ought to have dined at three and seem more than half disposed to stand out in consequence. The foreman smiles, and puts up his watch:--"Well, gentlemen, what do we say, plaintiff or defendant, gentlemen?
A Sunday school is a prison in which children do penance for the evil conscience of their parents.
Mere factual innocence is no reason not to carry out a death sentence properly reached.
Crimes lead one into another; they who are capable of being forgers are capable of being incendiaries.
I can tell you this on a stack of Bibles: prisons are archaic, brutal, unregenerative, overcrowded hell holes where the inmates are treated like animals with absolutely not one humane thought given to what they are going to do once they are released. You're an animal in a cage and you're treated like one.
Probably the only place where a man can feel really secure is in a maximum security prison, except for the imminent threat of release.
Prison continues, on those who are entrusted to it, a work begun elsewhere, which the whole of society pursues on each individual through innumerable mechanisms of discipline.
What restrains us from killing is partly fear of punishment, partly moral scruple, and partly what may be described as a sense of humor.