Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circles of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.
The world itself is but a large prison, out of which some are daily led to execution.
I don't like being famous - it is like a prison. And driving for Ferrari would make it far worse.
Prisons don't rehabilitate, they don't punish, they don't protect, so what the hell do they do?
We're in a war. People who blast some pot on a casual basis are guilty of treason.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
Those magistrates who can prevent crime, and do not, in effect encourage it.
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.
Crime is a logical extension of the sort of behavior that often [is] considered perfectly respectable in legitimate business.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
Forgiveness, that noblest of all self-denial, is a virtue which he alone who can practise in himself can willingly believe in another.
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.
Once we are destined to live out our lives in the prison of our mind, our duty is to furnish it well.
To make punishments efficacious, two things are necessary. They must never be disproportioned to the offence, and they must be certain.
The difference between tax avoidance and tax evasion is the thickness of a prison walls.
It is better that ten guilty persons escape, than that one innocent suffer.
Probably the only place where a man can feel really secure is in a maximum security prison, except for the imminent threat of release.
There is no greater punishment of wickedness that that it is dissatisfied with itself and its deeds.
I was in prison, and you came unto me. Verily I say unto you, inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.
~(Jesus Christ) Matthew 25:36, 40
It was only when I lay there on the rotting prison straw that I sensed within myself the first stirrings of good. Gradually it was disclosed to me that the line separating good and evil passes not between states nor between social classes nor between political parties, but right through every human heart, through all human hearts. And that is why I turn back to the years of my imprisonment and say, sometimes to the astonishment of those about me, bless you, prison, for having been a part of my life.