Probably the only place where a man can feel really secure is in a maximum security prison, except for the imminent threat of release.
I know not whether laws be right, or whether laws be wrong; All that we know who lie in gaol is that the wall is strong; And that each day is like a year, a year whose days are long.
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.
No obligation to justice does force a man to be cruel, or to use the sharpest sentence.
It is better that ten guilty persons escape, than that one innocent suffer.
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!
One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem upon another.
Mere factual innocence is no reason not to carry out a death sentence properly reached.
Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass, Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron, Can be retentive to the strength of spirit; But life, being weary of these worldly bars, Never lacks power to dismiss itself.
Why would anyone expect him to come out smarter? He went to prison for three years, not Princeton.
It is safer that a bad man should not be accused, than that he should be acquitted.
Adversities such as being homeless and going to prison has made many people stronger.
Once we are destined to live out our lives in the prison of our mind, our duty is to furnish it well.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
I wrote a million words in the first year, and I could never have done that outside of prison.
They're not supposed to show prison films in prison. Especially ones that are about escaping.
You utter a vow, or forge a signature, and you may find yourself bound for life to a monastery, a woman, or prison.
The thoughts of a prisoner - they're not free either. They keep returning to the same things.
And while God had work for Paul, he found him friends both in court and prison. Let persecutors send saints to prison, God can provide a keeper for their turn.