I have been studying how I may compare this prison where I live unto the world; Shut up in the prison of their own consciences.
We don't seem to be able to check crime, so why not legalize it and then tax it out of business.
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.
You utter a vow, or forge a signature, and you may find yourself bound for life to a monastery, a woman, or prison.
The mellow sweetness of pumpkin pie off a prison spoon is something you will never forget.
There are only two places in the world where time takes precedence over the job to be done. School and prison.
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.
Forgiveness, that noblest of all self-denial, is a virtue which he alone who can practise in himself can willingly believe in another.
We who live in prison, and in whose lives there is no event but sorrow, have to measure time by throbs of pain, and the record of bitter moments.
Those magistrates who can prevent crime, and do not, in effect encourage it.
Whatever you think of de Sade, he was a complex figure and we should not look for easy answers with him. He was, strangely perhaps, against the death penalty, and he was never put in prison for murders or anything like that.
Wicked deeds are generally done, even with impunity, for the mere desire of occupation.
Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly.
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.
Trial by jury itself, instead of being a security to persons who are accused, shall be a delusion, a mockery, and a snare.
Justice is that virtue of the soul which is distributive according to desert.
It is better that ten guilty persons escape, than that one innocent suffer.
By noiselessly going to a prison a civil-resister ensures a calm atmosphere.
The worst prison is not of stone. It is of a throbbing heart, outraged by an infamous life.