In a civilized society, all crimes are likely to be sins, but most sins are not and ought not to be treated as crimes.
We're in a war. People who blast some pot on a casual basis are guilty of treason.
Adversities such as being homeless and going to prison has made many people stronger.
The refined punishments of the spiritual mode are usually much more indecent and dangerous than a good smack.
Every crime has, in the moment of its perpetration, Its own avenging angel--dark misgiving, An ominous sinking at the inmost heart.
History is full of people who went to prison or were burned at the stake for proclaiming their ideas. Society has always defended itself.
It isn't true that convicts live like animals: animals have more room to move around.
The only real prison is fear, and the only real freedom is freedom from fear.
The thoughts of a prisoner - they're not free either. They keep returning to the same things.
If you strike at, imprison, or kill us, out of our prisons or graves we will still evoke a spirit that will thwart you, and perhaps, raise a force that will destroy you! We defy you! Do your worst!
To my mind, to kill in war is not a whit better than to commit ordinary murder.
There is no peace because the making of peace is at least as costly as the making of war - at least as exigent, at least as disruptive, at least as liable to bring disgrace and prison and death in its wake.
It is safer that a bad man should not be accused, than that he should be acquitted.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
Prison makes you a better judge of character. You pick up on people much faster.
Once we are destined to live out our lives in the prison of our mind, our duty is to furnish it well.
Crime is a logical extension of the sort of behavior that often [is] considered perfectly respectable in legitimate business.
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.