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.
To seek the redress of grievances by going to law, is like sheep running for shelter to a bramble bush.
Justice is justice though it's always delayed and finally done only by mistake.
Everyone is a prisoner of his own experiences. No one can eliminate prejudices - just recognize them.
To make punishments efficacious, two things are necessary. They must never be disproportioned to the offence, and they must be certain.
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.
If we were brought to trial for the crimes we have committed against ourselves, few would escape the gallows.
It isn't true that convicts live like animals: animals have more room to move around.
The thoughts of a prisoner - they're not free either. They keep returning to the same things.
One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem upon another.
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.
No matter how you seem to fatten on a crime, that can never be good for the bee which is bad for the hive.
Nor cell, nor chain, nor dungeon speaks to the murderer like the voice of solitude.
Intellectual despair results in neither weakness nor dreams, but in violence. It is only a matter of knowing how to give vent to one's rage; whether one only wants to wander like madmen around prisons, or whether one wants to overturn them.
I have paid no poll-tax for six years. I was put into a jail once on this account, for one night; and, as I stood considering the walls of solid stone, I could not help being struck with the foolishness of that institution which treated me as if I were mere flesh and blood and bones, to be locked up...I saw that, if there was a wall of stone between me and my townsmen, there was a still more difficult one to climb or break through, before they could get to be as free as I was.
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 are few better measures of the concern a society has for its individual members and its own well being than the way it handles criminals.
It was only when I lay there on the rotting prison straw that I sensed within myself the first stirrings of good. Gradually it was disclosed to me that the line separating good and evil passes not between states nor between social classes nor between political parties, but right through every human heart, through all human hearts. And that is why I turn back to the years of my imprisonment and say, sometimes to the astonishment of those about me, bless you, prison, for having been a part of my life.