Adversities such as being homeless and going to prison has made many people stronger.
One of the problems that the marijuana reform movement consistently faces is that everyone wants to talk about what marijuana does, but no one ever wants to look at what marijuana prohibition does. Marijuana never kicks down your door in the middle of the night. Marijuana never locks up sick and dying people, does not suppress medical research, does not peek in bedroom windows.
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 refined punishments of the spiritual mode are usually much more indecent and dangerous than a good smack.
America is the land of the second chance – and when the gates of the prison open, the path ahead should lead to a better life.
It is certain that the study of human psychology, if it were undertaken exclusively in prisons, would also lead to misrepresentation and absurd generalizations.
Justice is that virtue of the soul which is distributive according to desert.
Wicked deeds are generally done, even with impunity, for the mere desire of occupation.
Overlook our deeds, since you know that crime was absent from our inclination.
The perfection of a thing consists in its essence; there are perfect criminals, as there are men of perfect probity.
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!
To seek the redress of grievances by going to law, is like sheep running for shelter to a bramble bush.
Probably the only place where a man can feel really secure is in a maximum security prison, except for the imminent threat of release.
Show me the prison, Show me the jail, Show me the prisoner whose life has gone stale. And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why And there, but for fortune, go you or I.
The worst prison is not of stone. It is of a throbbing heart, outraged by an infamous life.
Kill a man, and you are an assassin. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill everyone, and you are a God.
In jail a man has no personality. He is a minor disposal problem and a few entries on reports. Nobody cares who loves or hates him, what he looks like, what he did with his life. Nobody reacts to him unless he gives trouble. Nobody abuses him. All that is asked of him is that he go quietly to the right cell and remain quiet when he gets there. There is nothing to fight against, nothing to be mad at. The jailers are quiet men without animosity or sadism.
I am an expert of electricity. My father occupied the chair of applied electricity at the state prison.