They took away my money, my family, and my security. Why couldn't they destroy my ideas? We will question them in court tomorrow as we trigger The Revolution of all revolutions!
In my country we go to prison first and then become President.
I existed in a world that never is - the prison of the mind.
Hard cases, it is said, make bad law.
Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of their own minds.
It is safer that a bad man should not be accused, than that he should be acquitted.
Man is born free, and everywhere he is in chains.
No obligation to justice does force a man to be cruel, or to use the sharpest sentence.
He who profits by a crime commits it.
Organized crime in America takes in over forty billion dollars a year. This is quite a profitable sum, especially when one considers that the Mafia spends very little for office supplies.
If you treat prisoners well, they will be less angry, less inclined to violence inside prison, less likely to provoke violent actions by guards, less likely to have reason to file brutality lawsuits that cost taxpayers a bundle and waste administrators' time. And most important, well-treated prisoners will be less likely to leave prison angrier, more vicious and more inclined to criminal behavior than when they went in.
He had drawn many a thousand of these rations in prisons and camps, and though he'd never had an opportunity to weight them on scales, and although, being a man of timid nature, he knew no way of standing up for his rights, he, like every other prisoner, had discovered long ago that honest weight was never to be found in the bread-cutting. There was short weight in every ration. The only point was how short. So every day you took a look to soothe your soul - today, maybe, they haven't snitched any.
You stuff somebody into the American dream, and it becomes a prison.
How dreadful it is when the right judge judges wrong.
No crime has been without a precedent.
When is conduct a crime, and when is a crime not a crime? When Somebody Up There -- a monarch, a dictator, a Pope, a legislator -- so decrees.
The object of punishment is prevention from evil; it never can be made impulsive to good.
It is the spirit and not the form of law that keeps justice alive.
In jail a man has no personality. He is a minor disposal problem and a few entries on reports. Nobody cares who loves or hates him, what he looks like, what he did with his life. Nobody reacts to him unless he gives trouble. Nobody abuses him. All that is asked of him is that he go quietly to the right cell and remain quiet when he gets there. There is nothing to fight against, nothing to be mad at. The jailers are quiet men without animosity or sadism.
By noiselessly going to a prison a civil-resister ensures a calm atmosphere.
A sick person is a prisoner.
The punishment can be remitted; the crime is everlasting.
Hanging was the worst use a man could be put to.
The world itself is but a large prison, out of which some are daily led to execution.
