Definition, rationality, and structure are ways of seeing, but they become prisons when they blank out other ways of seeing.
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.
Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circles of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.
I sometimes wish that people would put a little more emphasis upon the observance of the law than they do upon its enforcement.
Federal prison, if you get any of it, you're going to have to do 85% of it. And the reason why I called it that is because I had a friend who got sent to the federal joint and his whole... it wasn't about him being in jail. He cried about the 85%.
When the Nazis came for the communists, I remained silent; I was not a communist. When they locked up the social democrats, I remained silent; I was not a social democrat. When they came for the trade unionists, I did not speak out; I was not a trade unionist. When they came for me, there was no one left to speak out.
One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem upon another.
Trial by jury itself, instead of being a security to persons who are accused, shall be a delusion, a mockery, and a snare.
Prison makes you a better judge of character. You pick up on people much faster.
No obligation to justice does force a man to be cruel, or to use the sharpest sentence.
The object of punishment is prevention from evil; it never can be made impulsive to good.
Prisons don't rehabilitate, they don't punish, they don't protect, so what the hell do they do?
One of the many lessons that one learns in prison is, that things are what they are and will be what they will be.
And while God had work for Paul, he found him friends both in court and prison. Let persecutors send saints to prison, God can provide a keeper for their turn.
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.
A man will be imprisoned in a room with a door that's unlocked and opens inwards, as long as it does not occur to him to pull rather than push.
Everyone is a prisoner of his own experiences. No one can eliminate prejudices - just recognize them.
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.