It is better that ten guilty persons escape, than that one innocent suffer.
Corporal punishment falls far more heavily than most weighty pecuniary penalty.
It was only when I lay there on the rotting prison straw that I sensed within myself the first stirrings of good. Gradually it was disclosed to me that the line separating good and evil passes not between states nor between social classes nor between political parties, but right through every human heart, through all human hearts. And that is why I turn back to the years of my imprisonment and say, sometimes to the astonishment of those about me, bless you, prison, for having been a part of my life.
When you are younger you get blamed for crimes you never committed and when you're older you begin to get credit for virtues you never possessed. It evens itself out.
A Sunday school is a prison in which children do penance for the evil conscience of their parents.
To my mind, to kill in war is not a whit better than to commit ordinary murder.
It is certain that the study of human psychology, if it were undertaken exclusively in prisons, would also lead to misrepresentation and absurd generalizations.
Definition, rationality, and structure are ways of seeing, but they become prisons when they blank out other ways of seeing.
I have been studying how I may compare this prison where I live unto the world; Shut up in the prison of their own consciences.
The perfection of a thing consists in its essence; there are perfect criminals, as there are men of perfect probity.
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.
No written law has been more binding than unwritten custom supported by popular opinion.
If punishment reaches not the mind and makes not the will supple, it hardens the offender.
Probably the only place where a man can feel really secure is in a maximum security prison, except for the imminent threat of release.
Intellectual despair results in neither weakness nor dreams, but in violence. It is only a matter of knowing how to give vent to one's rage; whether one only wants to wander like madmen around prisons, or whether one wants to overturn them.
In jail a man has no personality. He is a minor disposal problem and a few entries on reports. Nobody cares who loves or hates him, what he looks like, what he did with his life. Nobody reacts to him unless he gives trouble. Nobody abuses him. All that is asked of him is that he go quietly to the right cell and remain quiet when he gets there. There is nothing to fight against, nothing to be mad at. The jailers are quiet men without animosity or sadism.
Once we are destined to live out our lives in the prison of our mind, our duty is to furnish it well.