When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
One of the many lessons that one learns in prison is, that things are what they are and will be what they will be.
The refined punishments of the spiritual mode are usually much more indecent and dangerous than a good smack.
If you want total security, go to prison. There you’re fed, clothed, given medical care and so on. The only thing lacking…is freedom.
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.
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.
Most people fancy themselves innocent of those crimes of which they cannot be convicted.
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.
Nor cell, nor chain, nor dungeon speaks to the murderer like the voice of solitude.
History is full of people who went to prison or were burned at the stake for proclaiming their ideas. Society has always defended itself.
Fear can be like a prison. It is, however, a self made prison. Many are imprisoned by fear. No one else can liberate them from this prison. Others may inspire them but they must liberate themselves.
The mellow sweetness of pumpkin pie off a prison spoon is something you will never forget.
Corporal punishment falls far more heavily than most weighty pecuniary penalty.
Whatever you think of de Sade, he was a complex figure and we should not look for easy answers with him. He was, strangely perhaps, against the death penalty, and he was never put in prison for murders or anything like that.
We don't seem to be able to check crime, so why not legalize it and then tax it out of business.
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.
I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.
If we look at Houston, which is a very environmentally toxic place, we find that it has one of the highest levels of young men going to prison and also among the highest levels of illiteracy in the country.