You utter a vow, or forge a signature, and you may find yourself bound for life to a monastery, a woman, or prison.
I don't like being famous - it is like a prison. And driving for Ferrari would make it far worse.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
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.
We don't seem to be able to check crime, so why not legalize it and then tax it out of business.
Virtue pardons the wicked, as the sandal-tree perfumes the axe which strikes it.
Since 1957, black people have experienced double-digit unemployment - in good times and bad times. Look at the population of African Americans in prison. They represent more than half the population of prisoners in the country, 55 percent of those on death row.
The object of punishment is prevention from evil; it never can be made impulsive to good.
The worst prison is not of stone. It is of a throbbing heart, outraged by an infamous life.
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.
The common argument that crime is caused by poverty is a kind of slander on the poor.
Intellectual despair results in neither weakness nor dreams, but in violence. It is only a matter of knowing how to give vent to one's rage; whether one only wants to wander like madmen around prisons, or whether one wants to overturn them.
Fear can be like a prison. It is, however, a self made prison. Many are imprisoned by fear. No one else can liberate them from this prison. Others may inspire them but they must liberate themselves.
Law is merely the expression of the will of the strongest for the time being, and therefore laws have no fixity, but shift from generation to generation.
The refined punishments of the spiritual mode are usually much more indecent and dangerous than a good smack.
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.
Fast closed with double grills And triple gates–the cell To wicked souls is hell; But to a mind that's innocent 'Tis only iron, wood and stone.