One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem upon another.
No crime has been without a precedent.
Every crime has, in the moment of its perpetration, Its own avenging angel--dark misgiving, An ominous sinking at the inmost heart.
You utter a vow, or forge a signature, and you may find yourself bound for life to a monastery, a woman, or prison.
If you share the crime of your friend, you make it your own.
One crime is everything; two nothing.
The worst prison is not of stone. It is of a throbbing heart, outraged by an infamous life.
We are prisoners of ideas.
To be at peace in crime! Ah, who can thus flatter himself.
Once we are destined to live out our lives in the prison of our mind, our duty is to furnish it well.
By noiselessly going to a prison a civil-resister ensures a calm atmosphere.
The mellow sweetness of pumpkin pie off a prison spoon is something you will never forget.
Educate your children to self-control, to the habit of holding passion and prejudice and evil tendencies to an upright and reasoning will, and you have done much to abolish misery from their future lives and crimes to society.
Wicked deeds are generally done, even with impunity, for the mere desire of occupation.
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.
I can tell you this on a stack of Bibles: prisons are archaic, brutal, unregenerative, overcrowded hell holes where the inmates are treated like animals with absolutely not one humane thought given to what they are going to do once they are released. You're an animal in a cage and you're treated like one.
I am certain that nothing has done so much to destroy the juridical safeguards of individual freedom as the striving after this mirage of social justice.
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.
It is not at the table, but in prison, that you learn who your true friends are.
Faults of the head are punished in this world, those of the heart in another; but as most of our vices are compound, so also is their punishment.
One should respect public opinion insofar as is necessary to avoid starvation and keep out of prison, but anything that goes beyond this is voluntary submission to an unnecessary tyranny.
He who profits by a crime commits it.
Experts and the educated elite have replaced what worked with what sounded good. Society was far more civilized before they took over our schools, prisons, welfare programs, police departments and courts. It's high time we ran these people out of our lives and went back to common sense.
If you strike at, imprison, or kill us, out of our prisons or graves we will still evoke a spirit that will thwart you, and perhaps, raise a force that will destroy you! We defy you! Do your worst!
