The worst prison is not of stone. It is of a throbbing heart, outraged by an infamous life.
One of the many lessons that one learns in prison is, that things are what they are and will be what they will be.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
I don't like being famous - it is like a prison. And driving for Ferrari would make it far worse.
It is hard, but it is excellent, to find the right knowledge of when correction is necessary and when grace doth most avail.
The refined punishments of the spiritual mode are usually much more indecent and dangerous than a good smack.
I asked a man in prison once how he happened to be there and he said he had stolen a pair of shoes. I told him if he had stolen a railroad he would be a United States Senator.
Overlook our deeds, since you know that crime was absent from our inclination.
I have been studying how I may compare this prison where I live unto the world; Shut up in the prison of their own consciences.
Kill a man, and you are an assassin. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill everyone, and you are a God.
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.
It is not at the table, but in prison, that you learn who your true friends are.
By noiselessly going to a prison a civil-resister ensures a calm atmosphere.
Governments have tried to stop crime through punishment throughout the ages, but crime continued in the past punishment remains. Crime can only be stopped through a preventive approach in the schools. You teach the students Transcendental Meditation, and right away they’ll begin using their full brain physiology sensible and they will not get sidetracked into wrong things.
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!
It is impossible to go through life without trust: That is to be imprisoned in the worst cell of all, oneself.
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.
I just remember that disturbing feeling of walking into that prison, the complete loss of privacy, the complete loss of stimulation, dignity.
Everyone is a prisoner of his own experiences. No one can eliminate prejudices - just recognize them.
Corporal punishment falls far more heavily than most weighty pecuniary penalty.