Everyone is a prisoner of his own experiences. No one can eliminate prejudices - just recognize them.
He was a first-time nonviolent possible offender, ... And under the mandatory minimums, he was put in prison for 15 years. Not only does the punishment not fit the crime, but the mandatory minimums don't give judges any discretion to look at the background of the case, to read into the specifics of the case. I don't know a judge who really is in favor of the mandatory minimums.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
Prisons don't rehabilitate, they don't punish, they don't protect, so what the hell do they do?
Wicked deeds are generally done, even with impunity, for the mere desire of occupation.
The severest justice may not always be the best policy.
It is more dangerous that even a guilty person should be punished without the forms of law than that he should escape.
A sick person is a prisoner.
We are prisoners of ideas.
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.
In prisons, those things withheld from and denied to the prisoner become precisely what he wants most of all.
While we have prisons it matters little which of us occupy the cells.
The number of laws is constantly growing in all countries and, owing to this, what is called crime is very often not a crime at all, for it contains no element of violence or harm.
Reality becomes a prison to those who can’t get out of it.
There is no peace because the making of peace is at least as costly as the making of war - at least as exigent, at least as disruptive, at least as liable to bring disgrace and prison and death in its wake.
Hanging was the worst use a man could be put to.
Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of their own minds.
When it comes to freedom, we are but prisoners of our own desires.
The object of punishment is prevention from evil; it never can be made impulsive to good.
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.
The punishment can be remitted; the crime is everlasting.
Definition, rationality, and structure are ways of seeing, but they become prisons when they blank out other ways of seeing.
A man will be imprisoned in a room with a door that's unlocked and opens inwards, as long as it does not occur to him to pull rather than push.
