When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
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
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.
Once we are destined to live out our lives in the prison of our mind, our duty is to furnish it well.
History is full of people who went to prison or were burned at the stake for proclaiming their ideas. Society has always defended itself.
Nor cell, nor chain, nor dungeon speaks to the murderer like the voice of solitude.
The worst of prison life, he thought, was not being able to close his door.
Every crime has, in the moment of its perpetration, Its own avenging angel--dark misgiving, An ominous sinking at the inmost heart.
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.
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!
The perfection of a thing consists in its essence; there are perfect criminals, as there are men of perfect probity.
The thoughts of a prisoner - they're not free either. They keep returning to the same things.
The English laws punish vice; the Chinese laws do more, they reward virtue.
We shall not yield to violence. We shall not be deprived of union freedoms. We shall never agree with sending people to prison for their convictions.
We're in a war. People who blast some pot on a casual basis are guilty of treason.
Adversities such as being homeless and going to prison has made many people stronger.
Show me the prison, Show me the jail, Show me the prisoner whose life has gone stale. And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why And there, but for fortune, go you or I.
It is the deed that teaches, not the name we give it. Murder and capital punishment are not opposites that cancel one another, but similars that breed their own kind.