The only real prison is fear, and the only real freedom is freedom from fear.
The worst prison is not of stone. It is of a throbbing heart, outraged by an infamous life.
Everyone is a prisoner of his own experiences. No one can eliminate prejudices - just recognize them.
I sometimes wish that people would put a little more emphasis upon the observance of the law than they do upon its enforcement.
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?
There are few better measures of the concern a society has for its individual members and its own well being than the way it handles criminals.
Organized crime in America takes in over forty billion dollars a year. This is quite a profitable sum, especially when one considers that the Mafia spends very little for office supplies.
What restrains us from killing is partly fear of punishment, partly moral scruple, and partly what may be described as a sense of humor.
To seek the redress of grievances by going to law, is like sheep running for shelter to a bramble bush.
If you strike at, imprison, or kill us, out of our prisons or graves we will still evoke a spirit that will thwart you, and perhaps, raise a force that will destroy you! We defy you! Do your worst!
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
I wrote a million words in the first year, and I could never have done that outside of prison.
I asked a man in prison once how he happened to be there and he said he had stolen a pair of shoes. I told him if he had stolen a railroad he would be a United States Senator.
I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.