I am an expert of electricity. My father occupied the chair of applied electricity at the state prison.
It is not at the table, but in prison, that you learn who your true friends are.
Probably the only place where a man can feel really secure is in a maximum security prison, except for the imminent threat of release.
We're in a war. People who blast some pot on a casual basis are guilty of treason.
Prisons don't rehabilitate, they don't punish, they don't protect, so what the hell do they do?
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%.
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.
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.
Justice is that virtue of the soul which is distributive according to desert.
Trial by jury itself, instead of being a security to persons who are accused, shall be a delusion, a mockery, and a snare.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
The reformative effect of punishment is a belief that dies hard, chiefly I think, because it is so satisfying to our sadistic impulses.
By noiselessly going to a prison a civil-resister ensures a calm atmosphere.
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.