I don't like being famous - it is like a prison. And driving for Ferrari would make it far worse.
To make punishments efficacious, two things are necessary. They must never be disproportioned to the offence, and they must be certain.
In a civilized society, all crimes are likely to be sins, but most sins are not and ought not to be treated as crimes.
When the Nazis came for the communists, I remained silent; I was not a communist. When they locked up the social democrats, I remained silent; I was not a social democrat. When they came for the trade unionists, I did not speak out; I was not a trade unionist. When they came for me, there was no one left to speak out.
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.
If you treat prisoners well, they will be less angry, less inclined to violence inside prison, less likely to provoke violent actions by guards, less likely to have reason to file brutality lawsuits that cost taxpayers a bundle and waste administrators' time. And most important, well-treated prisoners will be less likely to leave prison angrier, more vicious and more inclined to criminal behavior than when they went in.
Crime is a logical extension of the sort of behavior that often [is] considered perfectly respectable in legitimate business.
By noiselessly going to a prison a civil-resister ensures a calm atmosphere.
No obligation to justice does force a man to be cruel, or to use the sharpest sentence.
We don't seem to be able to check crime, so why not legalize it and then tax it out of business.
A man will be imprisoned in a room with a door that's unlocked and opens inwards, as long as it does not occur to him to pull rather than push.
Kill a man, and you are an assassin. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill everyone, and you are a God.
When is conduct a crime, and when is a crime not a crime? When Somebody Up There -- a monarch, a dictator, a Pope, a legislator -- so decrees.
A just chastisement may benefit a man, though it seldom does; but an unjust one changes all his blood to gall.
I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.
Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrist? And what has he been after that they groan and shake their fists? And wherefore is he wearing such a conscience-stricken air? Oh they're taking him to prison for the colour of his hair.
If you want total security, go to prison. There you’re fed, clothed, given medical care and so on. The only thing lacking…is freedom.