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.
Those magistrates who can prevent crime, and do not, in effect encourage it.
Crime is a logical extension of the sort of behavior that often [is] considered perfectly respectable in legitimate business.
The only difference between me and my fellow actors is that I've spent more time in jail.
Prison, dungeons, blessed places where evil is impossible because they are the crossroads of all the evil in the world. One cannot commit evil in hell.
Crimes lead one into another; they who are capable of being forgers are capable of being incendiaries.
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.
Prosecution I have managed to avoid; but I have been arrested, charged in a police court, have refused to be bound over, and thereupon have been unconditionally released - to my great regret; for I have always wanted to know what going to prison was like.
The law does not pretend to punish everything that is dishonest. That would seriously interfere with business.
The English laws punish vice; the Chinese laws do more, they reward virtue.
When you are younger you get blamed for crimes you never committed and when you're older you begin to get credit for virtues you never possessed. It evens itself out.
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.
It is impossible to go through life without trust: That is to be imprisoned in the worst cell of all, oneself.
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.
Virtue pardons the wicked, as the sandal-tree perfumes the axe which strikes it.