How dreadful it is when the right judge judges wrong.
One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem upon another.
The worst prison is not of stone. It is of a throbbing heart, outraged by an infamous life.
Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law.
As we grow in wisdom, we pardon more freely.
I can work for the Lord in or out of prison.
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.
We who live in prison, and in whose lives there is no event but sorrow, have to measure time by throbs of pain, and the record of bitter moments.
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.
Probably the only place where a man can feel really secure is in a maximum security prison, except for the imminent threat of release.
Body is a home, a prison and a grave.
Do not lay on the multitude the blame that is due to a few.
Everyone is a prisoner of his own experiences. No one can eliminate prejudices - just recognize them.
They're not supposed to show prison films in prison. Especially ones that are about escaping.
The guilt of enforced crimes lies on those who impose them.
We shall fight against them, throw them in prisons and destroy them.
Mere factual innocence is no reason not to carry out a death sentence properly reached.
The common argument that crime is caused by poverty is a kind of slander on the poor.
Virtue pardons the wicked, as the sandal-tree perfumes the axe which strikes it.
The most anxious man in a prison is the governor.
It is hard, but it is excellent, to find the right knowledge of when correction is necessary and when grace doth most avail.
Fast closed with double grills And triple gates–the cell To wicked souls is hell; But to a mind that's innocent 'Tis only iron, wood and stone.
Show me the prison, Show me the jail, Show me the prisoner whose life has gone stale. And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why And there, but for fortune, go you or I.
I wrote a million words in the first year, and I could never have done that outside of prison.
