The refined punishments of the spiritual mode are usually much more indecent and dangerous than a good smack.
Most people fancy themselves innocent of those crimes of which they cannot be convicted.
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.
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.
A just chastisement may benefit a man, though it seldom does; but an unjust one changes all his blood to gall.
Virtue pardons the wicked, as the sandal-tree perfumes the axe which strikes it.
Once we are destined to live out our lives in the prison of our mind, our duty is to furnish it well.
I have been studying how I may compare this prison where I live unto the world; Shut up in the prison of their own consciences.
By noiselessly going to a prison a civil-resister ensures a calm atmosphere.
It is the spirit and not the form of law that keeps justice alive.
It is better that ten guilty persons escape, than that one innocent suffer.
In a civilized society, all crimes are likely to be sins, but most sins are not and ought not to be treated as crimes.
I have paid no poll-tax for six years. I was put into a jail once on this account, for one night; and, as I stood considering the walls of solid stone, I could not help being struck with the foolishness of that institution which treated me as if I were mere flesh and blood and bones, to be locked up...I saw that, if there was a wall of stone between me and my townsmen, there was a still more difficult one to climb or break through, before they could get to be as free as I was.
One of the many lessons that one learns in prison is, that things are what they are and will be what they will be.
If punishment reaches not the mind and makes not the will supple, it hardens the offender.
Federal prison, if you get any of it, you're going to have to do 85% of it. And the reason why I called it that is because I had a friend who got sent to the federal joint and his whole... it wasn't about him being in jail. He cried about the 85%.
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.