A Sunday school is a prison in which children do penance for the evil conscience of their parents.
Prisons don't rehabilitate, they don't punish, they don't protect, so what the hell do they do?
The perfection of a thing consists in its essence; there are perfect criminals, as there are men of perfect probity.
The thoughts of a prisoner - they're not free either. They keep returning to the same things.
Crimes lead one into another; they who are capable of being forgers are capable of being incendiaries.
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
I can tell you this on a stack of Bibles: prisons are archaic, brutal, unregenerative, overcrowded hell holes where the inmates are treated like animals with absolutely not one humane thought given to what they are going to do once they are released. You're an animal in a cage and you're treated like one.
One of the many lessons that one learns in prison is, that things are what they are and will be what they will be.
And while God had work for Paul, he found him friends both in court and prison. Let persecutors send saints to prison, God can provide a keeper for their turn.
History is full of people who went to prison or were burned at the stake for proclaiming their ideas. Society has always defended itself.
It is impossible to go through life without trust: That is to be imprisoned in the worst cell of all, oneself.
To seek the redress of grievances by going to law, is like sheep running for shelter to a bramble bush.
There is no peace because the making of peace is at least as costly as the making of war - at least as exigent, at least as disruptive, at least as liable to bring disgrace and prison and death in its wake.
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.