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.
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.
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.
It is not at the table, but in prison, that you learn who your true friends are.
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.
No man survives when freedom fails. The best men rot in filthy jails, and those who cry 'appease, appease' are hanged by those they tried to please.
Forgiveness, that noblest of all self-denial, is a virtue which he alone who can practise in himself can willingly believe in another.
I just remember that disturbing feeling of walking into that prison, the complete loss of privacy, the complete loss of stimulation, dignity.
On a planet that increasingly resembles one huge Maximum Security prison, the only intelligent choice is to plan a jail break.
I don't like being famous - it is like a prison. And driving for Ferrari would make it far worse.
Money will determine whether the accused goes to prison or walks out of the courtroom a free man.
I sometimes wish that people would put a little more emphasis upon the observance of the law than they do upon its enforcement.
Taught from infancy that beauty is woman's sceptre, the mind shapes itself to the body, and roaming round its gilt cage, only seeks to adorn its prison.
By noiselessly going to a prison a civil-resister ensures a calm atmosphere.
I was in prison, and you came unto me. Verily I say unto you, inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.
~(Jesus Christ) Matthew 25:36, 40
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.
Faults of the head are punished in this world, those of the heart in another; but as most of our vices are compound, so also is their punishment.
The world itself is but a large prison, out of which some are daily led to execution.
Wicked deeds are generally done, even with impunity, for the mere desire of occupation.
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.
In prisons, those things withheld from and denied to the prisoner become precisely what he wants most of all.