It becomes not a law-maker to be a law-breaker.
I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.
Civilization is maintained by a very few people in a small number of places and we need only some bombs and a few prisons to blot it out altogether.
They're not supposed to show prison films in prison. Especially ones that are about escaping.
Vices are not crimes.
A country is in a bad state, which is governed only by laws; because a thousand things occur for which laws cannot provide, and where authority ought to interpose.
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.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
Care should be taken that the punishment does not exceed the guilt; and also that some men do not suffer for offenses for which others are not even indicted.
There are only two places in the world where time takes precedence over the job to be done. School and prison.
The reformative effect of punishment is a belief that dies hard, chiefly I think, because it is so satisfying to our sadistic impulses.
A sick person is a prisoner.
A Sunday school is a prison in which children do penance for the evil conscience of their parents.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
The English laws punish vice; the Chinese laws do more, they reward virtue.
The object of punishment is prevention from evil; it never can be made impulsive to good.
One crime is everything; two nothing.
While we have prisons it matters little which of us occupy the cells.
Crimes lead one into another; they who are capable of being forgers are capable of being incendiaries.
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.
We're in a war. People who blast some pot on a casual basis are guilty of treason.
One crime has to be concealed by another.
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.
Probably the only place where a man can feel really secure is in a maximum security prison, except for the imminent threat of release.
To my mind, to kill in war is not a whit better than to commit ordinary murder.
