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.
In prisons, those things withheld from and denied to the prisoner become precisely what he wants most of all.
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.
Crimes lead one into another; they who are capable of being forgers are capable of being incendiaries.
Those magistrates who can prevent crime, and do not, in effect encourage it.
Once we are destined to live out our lives in the prison of our mind, our duty is to furnish it well.
The object of punishment is prevention from evil; it never can be made impulsive to good.
I can tell you this on a stack of Bibles: prisons are archaic, brutal, unregenerative, overcrowded hell holes where the inmates are treated like animals with absolutely not one humane thought given to what they are going to do once they are released. You're an animal in a cage and you're treated like one.
Prison, dungeons, blessed places where evil is impossible because they are the crossroads of all the evil in the world. One cannot commit evil in hell.
Why would anyone expect him to come out smarter? He went to prison for three years, not Princeton.
It is impossible to go through life without trust: That is to be imprisoned in the worst cell of all, oneself.
Civilization is maintained by a very few people in a small number of places and we need only some bombs and a few prisons to blot it out altogether.
Mere factual innocence is no reason not to carry out a death sentence properly reached.
It is not at the table, but in prison, that you learn who your true friends are.