Nor cell, nor chain, nor dungeon speaks to the murderer like the voice of solitude.
The refined punishments of the spiritual mode are usually much more indecent and dangerous than a good smack.
I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.
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