The contagion of crime is like that of the plague. Criminals collected together corrupt each other; they are worse than ever when at the termination of their punishment they re-enter society.
They were being driven to a prison, through no fault of their own, in all probability for life. In comparison, how much easier it would be to walk to the gallows than to this tomb of living horrors!
Definition, rationality, and structure are ways of seeing, but they become prisons when they blank out other ways of seeing.
The world itself is but a large prison, out of which some are daily led to execution.
It isn't true that convicts live like animals: animals have more room to move around.
Prison, dungeons, blessed places where evil is impossible because they are the crossroads of all the evil in the world. One cannot commit evil in hell.
Kill a man, and you are an assassin. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill everyone, and you are a God.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
I don't like being famous - it is like a prison. And driving for Ferrari would make it far worse.
The only real prison is fear, and the only real freedom is freedom from fear.
The public have more interest in the punishment of an injury than he who receives it.
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.
America is the land of the second chance – and when the gates of the prison open, the path ahead should lead to a better life.
In prisons, those things withheld from and denied to the prisoner become precisely what he wants most of all.
The penalty for laughing in a courtroom is six months in jail; if it were not for this penalty, the jury would never hear the evidence.
Civilization is maintained by a very few people in a small number of places and we need only some bombs and a few prisons to blot it out altogether.
It is impossible to go through life without trust: That is to be imprisoned in the worst cell of all, oneself.
The worst prison is not of stone. It is of a throbbing heart, outraged by an infamous life.
I have paid no poll-tax for six years. I was put into a jail once on this account, for one night; and, as I stood considering the walls of solid stone, I could not help being struck with the foolishness of that institution which treated me as if I were mere flesh and blood and bones, to be locked up...I saw that, if there was a wall of stone between me and my townsmen, there was a still more difficult one to climb or break through, before they could get to be as free as I was.