When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
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.
The difference between tax avoidance and tax evasion is the thickness of a prison walls.
It is the deed that teaches, not the name we give it. Murder and capital punishment are not opposites that cancel one another, but similars that breed their own kind.
The world itself is but a large prison, out of which some are daily led to execution.
Prisons don't rehabilitate, they don't punish, they don't protect, so what the hell do they do?
The English laws punish vice; the Chinese laws do more, they reward virtue.
Fear can be like a prison. It is, however, a self made prison. Many are imprisoned by fear. No one else can liberate them from this prison. Others may inspire them but they must liberate themselves.
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.
Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass, Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron, Can be retentive to the strength of spirit; But life, being weary of these worldly bars, Never lacks power to dismiss itself.
Three hundred years ago a prisoner condemned to the Tower of London carved on the wall of his cell this sentiment to keep up his spirits during his long imprisonment: “It is not adversity that kills, but the impatience with which we bear adversity.”
Most people fancy themselves innocent of those crimes of which they cannot be convicted.
No matter how you seem to fatten on a crime, that can never be good for the bee which is bad for the hive.
In prisons, those things withheld from and denied to the prisoner become precisely what he wants most of all.
We don't seem to be able to check crime, so why not legalize it and then tax it out of business.
No written law has been more binding than unwritten custom supported by popular opinion.
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.