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.
One crime is everything; two nothing.
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.
Some laws of state aimed at curbing crime are even more criminal.
Nelson Mandela and Malcolm X came out of prison stronger.
We who live in prison, and in whose lives there is no event but sorrow, have to measure time by throbs of pain, and the record of bitter moments.
Reality becomes a prison to those who can’t get out of it.
There's no greater threat to our independence, to our cherished freedoms and personal liberties than the continual, relentless injection of these insidious poisons into our system. We must decide whether we cherish independence from drugs, without which there is no freedom.
Prison continues, on those who are entrusted to it, a work begun elsewhere, which the whole of society pursues on each individual through innumerable mechanisms of discipline.
They're not supposed to show prison films in prison. Especially ones that are about escaping.
How dreadful it is when the right judge judges wrong.
Civilization is maintained by a very few people in a small number of places and we need only some bombs and a few prisons to blot it out altogether.
I wrote a million words in the first year, and I could never have done that outside of prison.
Man is condemned to be free.
To make punishments efficacious, two things are necessary. They must never be disproportioned to the offence, and they must be certain.
Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of their own minds.
Experts and the educated elite have replaced what worked with what sounded good. Society was far more civilized before they took over our schools, prisons, welfare programs, police departments and courts. It's high time we ran these people out of our lives and went back to common sense.
While we have prisons it matters little which of us occupy the cells.
Steal goods and you’ll go to prison, steal lands and you are a king.
What is crime amongst the multitude, is only vice among the few.
So justice while she winks at crimes, Stumbles on innocence sometimes.
Liberty is rendered even more precious by the recollection of servitude.
The worst of prison life, he thought, was not being able to close his door.
Once we are destined to live out our lives in the prison of our mind, our duty is to furnish it well.
A man who has no excuse for a crime, is indeed defenseless!
