I know not whether laws be right, or whether laws be wrong; All that we know who lie in gaol is that the wall is strong; And that each day is like a year, a year whose days are long.
Justice is justice though it's always delayed and finally done only by mistake.
When it comes to freedom, we are but prisoners of our own desires.
I never told a victim story about my imprisonment. Instead, I told a transformation story - about how prison changed my outlook, about how I saw that communication, truth, and trust are at the heart of power.
Mere factual innocence is no reason not to carry out a death sentence properly reached.
Reality becomes a prison to those who can’t get out of it.
I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.
A variety in punishment is of utility, as well as a proportion.
Only free men can negotiate. Prisoners cannot enter into contracts.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
The common argument that crime is caused by poverty is a kind of slander on the poor.
The thoughts of a prisoner - they're not free either. They keep returning to the same things.
While we have prisons it matters little which of us occupy the cells.
The object of punishment is prevention from evil; it never can be made impulsive to good.
One crime is everything; two nothing.
Prison makes you a better judge of character. You pick up on people much faster.
While crime is punished it yet increases.
On a planet that increasingly resembles one huge Maximum Security prison, the only intelligent choice is to plan a jail break.
If you share the crime of your friend, you make it your own.
Steal goods and you’ll go to prison, steal lands and you are a king.
Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass, Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron, Can be retentive to the strength of spirit; But life, being weary of these worldly bars, Never lacks power to dismiss itself.
I just remember that disturbing feeling of walking into that prison, the complete loss of privacy, the complete loss of stimulation, dignity.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
In the halls of justice, the only justice is in the halls.
