When I was in prison, I was wrapped up
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
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When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
I was put into jail as I was going to the shoemaker's to get a shoe which was mended. When I was let out the next morning, I proceeded to finish my errand, and, having put on my mended shoe, joined a huckleberry party, who were impatient to put themselves under my conduct; and in half an hour -- for the horse was soon tackled -- was in the midst of a huckleberry field, on one of our highest hills, two miles off, and then the State was nowhere to be seen.
He who opens a school door, closes a prison.
The world itself is but a large prison, out of which some are daily led to execution.
The only real prison is fear, and the only real freedom is freedom from fear.
We shall fight against them, throw them in prisons and destroy them.
The world is a prison in which solitary confinement is preferable.
Society prepares the crime; the criminal commits it.
The guilt of enforced crimes lies on those who impose them.
Women now have choices. They can be married, not married, have a job, not have a job, be married with children, unmarried with children. Men have the same choice we've always had: work, or prison.
Shyness is the prison of the heart.
No man should be judge in his own case.
Everyone is a prisoner of his own experiences. No one can eliminate prejudices - just recognize them.
No written law has been more binding than unwritten custom supported by popular opinion.
Adversities such as being homeless and going to prison has made many people stronger.
Justice renders to every one his due.
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.
Crimes lead one into another; they who are capable of being forgers are capable of being incendiaries.
I don't like jail, they got the wrong kind of bars in there.
Well does Heaven have care that no man secures happiness by crime.
Those magistrates who can prevent crime, and do not, in effect encourage it.
Wicked deeds are generally done, even with impunity, for the mere desire of occupation.
The common argument that crime is caused by poverty is a kind of slander on the poor.
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.
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.