On a planet that increasingly resembles one huge Maximum Security prison, the only intelligent choice is to plan a jail break.
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.
It is not at the table, but in prison, that you learn who your true friends are.
When is conduct a crime, and when is a crime not a crime? When Somebody Up There -- a monarch, a dictator, a Pope, a legislator -- so decrees.
The degree of civilization in a society can be judged by entering its prisons.
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.
Crimes lead one into another; they who are capable of being forgers are capable of being incendiaries.
No matter how you seem to fatten on a crime, that can never be good for the bee which is bad for the hive.
Corporal punishment falls far more heavily than most weighty pecuniary penalty.
Educate your children to self-control, to the habit of holding passion and prejudice and evil tendencies to an upright and reasoning will, and you have done much to abolish misery from their future lives and crimes to society.
Justice is that virtue of the soul which is distributive according to desert.
Once we are destined to live out our lives in the prison of our mind, our duty is to furnish it well.
If punishment reaches not the mind and makes not the will supple, it hardens the offender.
The contagion of crime is like that of the plague. Criminals collected together corrupt each other; they are worse than ever when at the termination of their punishment they re-enter society.
In prisons, those things withheld from and denied to the prisoner become precisely what he wants most of all.
I just remember that disturbing feeling of walking into that prison, the complete loss of privacy, the complete loss of stimulation, dignity.