There are only two places in the world where time takes precedence over the job to be done. School and prison.
Written laws are like spiders' webs, and will, like them, only entangle and hold the poor and weak, while the rich and powerful will easily break through them.
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.
The only real prison is fear, and the only real freedom is freedom from fear.
To seek the redress of grievances by going to law, is like sheep running for shelter to a bramble bush.
Crime is a logical extension of the sort of behavior that often [is] considered perfectly respectable in legitimate business.
To be in prison so long, it's difficult to remember exactly what you did to get there.
A Sunday school is a prison in which children do penance for the evil conscience of their parents.
The perfection of a thing consists in its essence; there are perfect criminals, as there are men of perfect probity.
Corporal punishment falls far more heavily than most weighty pecuniary penalty.
We have our own system, ... and journalists in our system are not put in prison for embarrassing the government by revealing things the government might not wish to have revealed. The important thing is that our system, under which journalists can write without fear or favor, should continue.
The worst prison is not of stone. It is of a throbbing heart, outraged by an infamous life.
I just remember that disturbing feeling of walking into that prison, the complete loss of privacy, the complete loss of stimulation, dignity.
There's no greater threat to our independence, to our cherished freedoms and personal liberties than the continual, relentless injection of these insidious poisons into our system. We must decide whether we cherish independence from drugs, without which there is no freedom.
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.
Justice is that virtue of the soul which is distributive according to desert.
You utter a vow, or forge a signature, and you may find yourself bound for life to a monastery, a woman, or prison.
I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.
If two people fight on the street, whose fault is it? Who is the criminal? It is the government’s responsibility because the government has not educated the people to not make mistakes. The people have inadequate, incompetent education, so they make mistakes! It is such a fraud.