I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.
They were being driven to a prison, through no fault of their own, in all probability for life. In comparison, how much easier it would be to walk to the gallows than to this tomb of living horrors!
Crimes lead one into another; they who are capable of being forgers are capable of being incendiaries.
The worst of prison life, he thought, was not being able to close his door.
No man survives when freedom fails. The best men rot in filthy jails, and those who cry 'appease, appease' are hanged by those they tried to please.
The common argument that crime is caused by poverty is a kind of slander on the poor.
I don't like being famous - it is like a prison. And driving for Ferrari would make it far worse.
If we were brought to trial for the crimes we have committed against ourselves, few would escape the gallows.
No matter how you seem to fatten on a crime, that can never be good for the bee which is bad for the hive.
Prison, dungeons, blessed places where evil is impossible because they are the crossroads of all the evil in the world. One cannot commit evil in hell.
It is the deed that teaches, not the name we give it. Murder and capital punishment are not opposites that cancel one another, but similars that breed their own kind.
I sometimes wish that people would put a little more emphasis upon the observance of the law than they do upon its enforcement.