One of the many lessons that one learns in prison is, that things are what they are and will be what they will be.
Show me the prison, Show me the jail, Show me the prisoner whose life has gone stale. And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why And there, but for fortune, go you or I.
It isn't true that convicts live like animals: animals have more room to move around.
The perfection of a thing consists in its essence; there are perfect criminals, as there are men of perfect probity.
Crime is a logical extension of the sort of behavior that often [is] considered perfectly respectable in legitimate business.
Crimes lead one into another; they who are capable of being forgers are capable of being incendiaries.
History is full of people who went to prison or were burned at the stake for proclaiming their ideas. Society has always defended itself.
Virtue pardons the wicked, as the sandal-tree perfumes the axe which strikes it.
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
The worst prison is not of stone. It is of a throbbing heart, outraged by an infamous life.
Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly.
In a civilized society, all crimes are likely to be sins, but most sins are not and ought not to be treated as crimes.
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.
I just remember that disturbing feeling of walking into that prison, the complete loss of privacy, the complete loss of stimulation, dignity.
The public have more interest in the punishment of an injury than he who receives it.
I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.