One crime is everything; two nothing.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
The English laws punish vice; the Chinese laws do more, they reward virtue.
You stuff somebody into the American dream, and it becomes a prison.
The thoughts of a prisoner - they're not free either. They keep returning to the same things.
If we were brought to trial for the crimes we have committed against ourselves, few would escape the gallows.
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.
Body is a home, a prison and a grave.
Vices are not crimes.
Civilization is maintained by a very few people in a small number of places and we need only some bombs and a few prisons to blot it out altogether.
A man who has no excuse for a crime, is indeed defenseless!
Forgiveness, that noblest of all self-denial, is a virtue which he alone who can practise in himself can willingly believe in another.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
Man is condemned to be free.
A just chastisement may benefit a man, though it seldom does; but an unjust one changes all his blood to gall.
It is not at the table, but in prison, that you learn who your true friends are.
No written law has been more binding than unwritten custom supported by popular opinion.
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?
What restrains us from killing is partly fear of punishment, partly moral scruple, and partly what may be described as a sense of humor.
When the Nazis came for the communists, I remained silent; I was not a communist. When they locked up the social democrats, I remained silent; I was not a social democrat. When they came for the trade unionists, I did not speak out; I was not a trade unionist. When they came for me, there was no one left to speak out.
By noiselessly going to a prison a civil-resister ensures a calm atmosphere.
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.
No matter how you seem to fatten on a crime, that can never be good for the bee which is bad for the hive.
It isn't true that convicts live like animals: animals have more room to move around.
They're not supposed to show prison films in prison. Especially ones that are about escaping.
