Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass, Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron, Can be retentive to the strength of spirit; But life, being weary of these worldly bars, Never lacks power to dismiss itself.
On a planet that increasingly resembles one huge Maximum Security prison, the only intelligent choice is to plan a jail break.
Crimes lead one into another; they who are capable of being forgers are capable of being incendiaries.
Wicked deeds are generally done, even with impunity, for the mere desire of occupation.
It is better that ten guilty persons escape, than that one innocent suffer.
Nor cell, nor chain, nor dungeon speaks to the murderer like the voice of solitude.
To my mind, to kill in war is not a whit better than to commit ordinary murder.
One of the many lessons that one learns in prison is, that things are what they are and will be what they will be.
It is impossible to go through life without trust: That is to be imprisoned in the worst cell of all, oneself.
The number of laws is constantly growing in all countries and, owing to this, what is called crime is very often not a crime at all, for it contains no element of violence or harm.
Everyone is a prisoner of his own experiences. No one can eliminate prejudices - just recognize them.
I am an expert of electricity. My father occupied the chair of applied electricity at the state prison.
Most people fancy themselves innocent of those crimes of which they cannot be convicted.
Those magistrates who can prevent crime, and do not, in effect encourage it.
I submit that an individual who breaks a law that conscience tells him is unjust, and who willingly accepts the penalty of imprisonment in order to arouse the conscience of the community over its injustice, is in reality expressing the highest respect for the law.
We have initiated programs for re-entry offenders, since some 500,000 to 600,000 offenders will come out of prison each year for the next three or four years. We want to have positive alternatives when they come back to the community.
Crime is a logical extension of the sort of behavior that often [is] considered perfectly respectable in legitimate business.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
Justice is that virtue of the soul which is distributive according to desert.
He had drawn many a thousand of these rations in prisons and camps, and though he'd never had an opportunity to weight them on scales, and although, being a man of timid nature, he knew no way of standing up for his rights, he, like every other prisoner, had discovered long ago that honest weight was never to be found in the bread-cutting. There was short weight in every ration. The only point was how short. So every day you took a look to soothe your soul - today, maybe, they haven't snitched any.