Three hundred years ago a prisoner condemned to the Tower of London carved on the wall of his cell this sentiment to keep up his spirits during his long imprisonment: “It is not adversity that kills, but the impatience with which we bear adversity.”
There's no greater threat to our independence, to our cherished freedoms and personal liberties than the continual, relentless injection of these insidious poisons into our system. We must decide whether we cherish independence from drugs, without which there is no freedom.
To try to raise a son from inside the prison walls is a very difficult thing. But I want to say to the world my son at 16 was the one who tried the most to get me out of prison.
I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.
Prisons don't rehabilitate, they don't punish, they don't protect, so what the hell do they do?
It is better that ten guilty persons escape, than that one innocent suffer.
Most people fancy themselves innocent of those crimes of which they cannot be convicted.
One should respect public opinion insofar as is necessary to avoid starvation and keep out of prison, but anything that goes beyond this is voluntary submission to an unnecessary tyranny.
A just chastisement may benefit a man, though it seldom does; but an unjust one changes all his blood to gall.
The mellow sweetness of pumpkin pie off a prison spoon is something you will never forget.
To be in prison so long, it's difficult to remember exactly what you did to get there.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
Mere factual innocence is no reason not to carry out a death sentence properly reached.
I sometimes wish that people would put a little more emphasis upon the observance of the law than they do upon its enforcement.
Trial by jury itself, instead of being a security to persons who are accused, shall be a delusion, a mockery, and a snare.