To trial bring her stolen charms, and let her prison be my arms.
There is no peace because the making of peace is at least as costly as the making of war - at least as exigent, at least as disruptive, at least as liable to bring disgrace and prison and death in its wake.
Reality becomes a prison to those who can’t get out of it.
A sick person is a prisoner.
Crimes lead one into another; they who are capable of being forgers are capable of being incendiaries.
Self is the only prison that can bind the soul.
One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem upon another.
One of the many lessons that one learns in prison is, that things are what they are and will be what they will be.
The severest justice may not always be the best policy.
Most people fancy themselves innocent of those crimes of which they cannot be convicted.
Well, I don't think prisons are the answer to everything, obviously.
Fast closed with double grills And triple gates–the cell To wicked souls is hell; But to a mind that's innocent 'Tis only iron, wood and stone.
The thoughts of a prisoner - they're not free either. They keep returning to the same things.
No crime has been without a precedent.
I am an expert of electricity. My father occupied the chair of applied electricity at the state prison.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
If you want total security, go to prison. There you’re fed, clothed, given medical care and so on. The only thing lacking…is freedom.
Only free men can negotiate. Prisoners cannot enter into contracts.
By noiselessly going to a prison a civil-resister ensures a calm atmosphere.
Steal goods and you’ll go to prison, steal lands and you are a king.
Women now have choices. They can be married, not married, have a job, not have a job, be married with children, unmarried with children. Men have the same choice we've always had: work, or prison.
Any punishment that does not correct, that can merely rouse rebellion in whoever has to endure it, is a piece of gratuitous infamy which makes those who impose it more guilty in the eyes of humanity, good sense and reason, nay a hundred times more guilty than the victim on whom the punishment is inflicted.
There is a point at which even justice does injury.
What restrains us from killing is partly fear of punishment, partly moral scruple, and partly what may be described as a sense of humor.
In my country we go to prison first and then become President.
