When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
Nor cell, nor chain, nor dungeon speaks to the murderer like the voice of solitude.
We have our own system, ... and journalists in our system are not put in prison for embarrassing the government by revealing things the government might not wish to have revealed. The important thing is that our system, under which journalists can write without fear or favor, should continue.
Probably the only place where a man can feel really secure is in a maximum security prison, except for the imminent threat of release.
To try to raise a son from inside the prison walls is a very difficult thing. But I want to say to the world my son at 16 was the one who tried the most to get me out of prison.
The perfection of a thing consists in its essence; there are perfect criminals, as there are men of perfect probity.
Most people fancy themselves innocent of those crimes of which they cannot be convicted.
Here the great art lies, to discern in what the law is to be to restraint and punishment, and in what things persuasion only is to work.
Everyone is a prisoner of his own experiences. No one can eliminate prejudices - just recognize them.
Forgiveness, that noblest of all self-denial, is a virtue which he alone who can practise in himself can willingly believe in another.
If two people fight on the street, whose fault is it? Who is the criminal? It is the government’s responsibility because the government has not educated the people to not make mistakes. The people have inadequate, incompetent education, so they make mistakes! It is such a fraud.
I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world; And, for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it. Yet I'll hammer it out.
To seek the redress of grievances by going to law, is like sheep running for shelter to a bramble bush.
We're in a war. People who blast some pot on a casual basis are guilty of treason.
Justice is justice though it's always delayed and finally done only by mistake.
The torment of human frustration, whatever its immediate cause, is the knowledge that the self is in prison, its vital force and 'mangled mind' leaking away in lonely, wasteful self-conflict.
Mere factual innocence is no reason not to carry out a death sentence properly reached.
Corporal punishment falls far more heavily than most weighty pecuniary penalty.
You stuff somebody into the American dream, and it becomes a prison.