The mellow sweetness of pumpkin pie off a prison spoon is something you will never forget.
Everyone is a prisoner of his own experiences. No one can eliminate prejudices - just recognize them.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
I just remember that disturbing feeling of walking into that prison, the complete loss of privacy, the complete loss of stimulation, dignity.
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.
If punishment reaches not the mind and makes not the will supple, it hardens the offender.
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.
It isn't true that convicts live like animals: animals have more room to move around.
Probably the only place where a man can feel really secure is in a maximum security prison, except for the imminent threat of release.
On a planet that increasingly resembles one huge Maximum Security prison, the only intelligent choice is to plan a jail break.
Adversities such as being homeless and going to prison has made many people stronger.
If we were brought to trial for the crimes we have committed against ourselves, few would escape the gallows.
It is hard, but it is excellent, to find the right knowledge of when correction is necessary and when grace doth most avail.
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.
I know not whether laws be right, or whether laws be wrong; All that we know who lie in gaol is that the wall is strong; And that each day is like a year, a year whose days are long.
Overlook our deeds, since you know that crime was absent from our inclination.
There is no peace because the making of peace is at least as costly as the making of war - at least as exigent, at least as disruptive, at least as liable to bring disgrace and prison and death in its wake.
Fear can be like a prison. It is, however, a self made prison. Many are imprisoned by fear. No one else can liberate them from this prison. Others may inspire them but they must liberate themselves.