When it comes to freedom, we are but prisoners of our own desires.
Whatever you think of de Sade, he was a complex figure and we should not look for easy answers with him. He was, strangely perhaps, against the death penalty, and he was never put in prison for murders or anything like that.
Virtue pardons the wicked, as the sandal-tree perfumes the axe which strikes it.
I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.
A man will be imprisoned in a room with a door that's unlocked and opens inwards, as long as it does not occur to him to pull rather than push.
I don't like being famous - it is like a prison. And driving for Ferrari would make it far worse.
Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrist? And what has he been after that they groan and shake their fists? And wherefore is he wearing such a conscience-stricken air? Oh they're taking him to prison for the colour of his hair.
I sometimes wish that people would put a little more emphasis upon the observance of the law than they do upon its enforcement.
Any punishment that does not correct, that can merely rouse rebellion in whoever has to endure it, is a piece of gratuitous infamy which makes those who impose it more guilty in the eyes of humanity, good sense and reason, nay a hundred times more guilty than the victim on whom the punishment is inflicted.
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.
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.
Three hundred years ago a prisoner condemned to the Tower of London carved on the wall of his cell this sentiment to keep up his spirits during his long imprisonment: “It is not adversity that kills, but the impatience with which we bear adversity.”
It is true you cannot eat freedom and you cannot power machinery with democracy. But then neither can political prisoners turn on the light in the cells of a dictatorship.
One of the many lessons that one learns in prison is, that things are what they are and will be what they will be.
The perfection of a thing consists in its essence; there are perfect criminals, as there are men of perfect probity.
The law does not pretend to punish everything that is dishonest. That would seriously interfere with business.
Crime is a logical extension of the sort of behavior that often [is] considered perfectly respectable in legitimate business.
Once we are destined to live out our lives in the prison of our mind, our duty is to furnish it well.