On a planet that increasingly resembles one huge Maximum Security prison, the only intelligent choice is to plan a jail break.
In jail a man has no personality. He is a minor disposal problem and a few entries on reports. Nobody cares who loves or hates him, what he looks like, what he did with his life. Nobody reacts to him unless he gives trouble. Nobody abuses him. All that is asked of him is that he go quietly to the right cell and remain quiet when he gets there. There is nothing to fight against, nothing to be mad at. The jailers are quiet men without animosity or sadism.
Wherever any one is against his will, that is to him a prison.
Self is the only prison that can bind the soul.
Intellectual despair results in neither weakness nor dreams, but in violence. It is only a matter of knowing how to give vent to one's rage; whether one only wants to wander like madmen around prisons, or whether one wants to overturn them.
It is certain that the study of human psychology, if it were undertaken exclusively in prisons, would also lead to misrepresentation and absurd generalizations.
Some laws of state aimed at curbing crime are even more criminal.
Faults of the head are punished in this world, those of the heart in another; but as most of our vices are compound, so also is their punishment.
I don't like being famous - it is like a prison. And driving for Ferrari would make it far worse.
No written law has been more binding than unwritten custom supported by popular opinion.
Laws do not persuade just because they threaten.
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?
Pardon is the virtue of victory.
Prisons don't rehabilitate, they don't punish, they don't protect, so what the hell do they do?
I have never been contained except I made the prison.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
He who opens a school door, closes a prison.
It is the deed that teaches, not the name we give it. Murder and capital punishment are not opposites that cancel one another, but similars that breed their own kind.
To my mind, to kill in war is not a whit better than to commit ordinary murder.
Hanging was the worst use a man could be put to.
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!
When it comes to freedom, we are but prisoners of our own desires.
Man is condemned to be free.
The common argument that crime is caused by poverty is a kind of slander on the poor.
