I sometimes wish that people would put a little more emphasis upon the observance of the law than they do upon its enforcement.
I was in prison, and you came unto me. Verily I say unto you, inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.
~(Jesus Christ) Matthew 25:36, 40
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
Adversities such as being homeless and going to prison has made many people stronger.
Nor cell, nor chain, nor dungeon speaks to the murderer like the voice of solitude.
Taught from infancy that beauty is woman's sceptre, the mind shapes itself to the body, and roaming round its gilt cage, only seeks to adorn its prison.
Crimes lead one into another; they who are capable of being forgers are capable of being incendiaries.
Women now have choices. They can be married, not married, have a job, not have a job, be married with children, unmarried with children. Men have the same choice we've always had: work, or prison.
I wrote a million words in the first year, and I could never have done that outside of prison.
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.
A just chastisement may benefit a man, though it seldom does; but an unjust one changes all his blood to gall.
To seek the redress of grievances by going to law, is like sheep running for shelter to a bramble bush.
Money will determine whether the accused goes to prison or walks out of the courtroom a free man.
If punishment reaches not the mind and makes not the will supple, it hardens the offender.
I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.