Wicked deeds are generally done, even with impunity, for the mere desire of occupation.
I am an expert of electricity. My father occupied the chair of applied electricity at the state prison.
You utter a vow, or forge a signature, and you may find yourself bound for life to a monastery, a woman, or prison.
Definition, rationality, and structure are ways of seeing, but they become prisons when they blank out other ways of seeing.
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!
By noiselessly going to a prison a civil-resister ensures a calm atmosphere.
They're not supposed to show prison films in prison. Especially ones that are about escaping.
To try to raise a son from inside the prison walls is a very difficult thing. But I want to say to the world my son at 16 was the one who tried the most to get me out of prison.
There is no greater punishment of wickedness that that it is dissatisfied with itself and its deeds.
No matter how you seem to fatten on a crime, that can never be good for the bee which is bad for the hive.
The only real prison is fear, and the only real freedom is freedom from fear.
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.
The worst of prison life, he thought, was not being able to close his door.
Crimes lead one into another; they who are capable of being forgers are capable of being incendiaries.
Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly.
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.
No man survives when freedom fails. The best men rot in filthy jails, and those who cry 'appease, appease' are hanged by those they tried to please.