I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world; And, for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it. Yet I'll hammer it out.
Assassination is the extreme form of censorship.
Prisons don't rehabilitate, they don't punish, they don't protect, so what the hell do they do?
I sometimes wish that people would put a little more emphasis upon the observance of the law than they do upon its enforcement.
One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem upon another.
A man who has no excuse for a crime, is indeed defenseless!
Kill a man, and you are an assassin. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill everyone, and you are a God.
Shyness is the prison of the heart.
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 guilt of enforced crimes lies on those who impose them.
The severest justice may not always be the best policy.
We shall fight against them, throw them in prisons and destroy them.
A sick person is a prisoner.
Women have worked hard; starved in prison; given of their time and lives that we might sit in the House of Commons and take part in the legislating of this country.
I have never been contained except I made the prison.
I can work for the Lord in or out of prison.
Since 1957, black people have experienced double-digit unemployment - in good times and bad times. Look at the population of African Americans in prison. They represent more than half the population of prisoners in the country, 55 percent of those on death row.
Some laws of state aimed at curbing crime are even more criminal.
Body is a home, a prison and a grave.
The object of punishment is prevention from evil; it never can be made impulsive to good.
To be in prison so long, it's difficult to remember exactly what you did to get there.
Society prepares the crime; the criminal commits it.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
If punishment reaches not the mind and makes not the will supple, it hardens the offender.
The mellow sweetness of pumpkin pie off a prison spoon is something you will never forget.
