To seek the redress of grievances by going to law, is like sheep running for shelter to a bramble bush.
I don't like being famous - it is like a prison. And driving for Ferrari would make it far worse.
Prison makes you a better judge of character. You pick up on people much faster.
One of the many lessons that one learns in prison is, that things are what they are and will be what they will be.
If you strike at, imprison, or kill us, out of our prisons or graves we will still evoke a spirit that will thwart you, and perhaps, raise a force that will destroy you! We defy you! Do your worst!
We don't seem to be able to check crime, so why not legalize it and then tax it out of business.
One should respect public opinion insofar as is necessary to avoid starvation and keep out of prison, but anything that goes beyond this is voluntary submission to an unnecessary tyranny.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
A country is in a bad state, which is governed only by laws; because a thousand things occur for which laws cannot provide, and where authority ought to interpose.
I submit that an individual who breaks a law that conscience tells him is unjust, and who willingly accepts the penalty of imprisonment in order to arouse the conscience of the community over its injustice, is in reality expressing the highest respect for the law.
The mellow sweetness of pumpkin pie off a prison spoon is something you will never forget.
It was only when I lay there on the rotting prison straw that I sensed within myself the first stirrings of good. Gradually it was disclosed to me that the line separating good and evil passes not between states nor between social classes nor between political parties, but right through every human heart, through all human hearts. And that is why I turn back to the years of my imprisonment and say, sometimes to the astonishment of those about me, bless you, prison, for having been a part of my life.
You utter a vow, or forge a signature, and you may find yourself bound for life to a monastery, a woman, or prison.
Virtue pardons the wicked, as the sandal-tree perfumes the axe which strikes it.
Mere factual innocence is no reason not to carry out a death sentence properly reached.