It is not at the table, but in prison, that you learn who your true friends are.
If you strike at, imprison, or kill us, out of our prisons or graves we will still evoke a spirit that will thwart you, and perhaps, raise a force that will destroy you! We defy you! Do your worst!
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.
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.
By noiselessly going to a prison a civil-resister ensures a calm atmosphere.
There are only two places in the world where time takes precedence over the job to be done. School and prison.
We're in a war. People who blast some pot on a casual basis are guilty of treason.
No matter how you seem to fatten on a crime, that can never be good for the bee which is bad for the hive.
Adversities such as being homeless and going to prison has made many people stronger.
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.
I wrote a million words in the first year, and I could never have done that outside of prison.
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.
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!
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.
What restrains us from killing is partly fear of punishment, partly moral scruple, and partly what may be described as a sense of humor.
I know not whether laws be right, or whether laws be wrong; All that we know who lie in gaol is that the wall is strong; And that each day is like a year, a year whose days are long.