To trial bring her stolen charms, and let her prison be my arms.
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.”
Wicked deeds are generally done, even with impunity, for the mere desire of occupation.
The punishment can be remitted; the crime is everlasting.
The object of punishment is prevention from evil; it never can be made impulsive to good.
Kill a man, and you are an assassin. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill everyone, and you are a God.
I wrote a million words in the first year, and I could never have done that outside of prison.
Steal goods and you’ll go to prison, steal lands and you are a king.
We shall not yield to violence. We shall not be deprived of union freedoms. We shall never agree with sending people to prison for their convictions.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
I asked a man in prison once how he happened to be there and he said he had stolen a pair of shoes. I told him if he had stolen a railroad he would be a United States Senator.
Written laws are like spiders' webs, and will, like them, only entangle and hold the poor and weak, while the rich and powerful will easily break through them.
Trial by jury itself, instead of being a security to persons who are accused, shall be a delusion, a mockery, and a snare.
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.
Nelson Mandela and Malcolm X came out of prison stronger.
We shall fight against them, throw them in prisons and destroy them.
Man is born free, and everywhere he is in chains.
Nothing can be more abhorrent to democracy than to imprison a person or keep him in prison because he is unpopular. This is really the test of civilization.
Reality becomes a prison to those who can’t get out of it.
Justice is that virtue of the soul which is distributive according to desert.
One crime has to be concealed by another.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
As we grow in wisdom, we pardon more freely.
The mellow sweetness of pumpkin pie off a prison spoon is something you will never forget.
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!
