The worst prison is not of stone. It is of a throbbing heart, outraged by an infamous life.
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 is better that ten guilty persons escape, than that one innocent suffer.
It is not at the table, but in prison, that you learn who your true friends are.
The law does not pretend to punish everything that is dishonest. That would seriously interfere with business.
I just remember that disturbing feeling of walking into that prison, the complete loss of privacy, the complete loss of stimulation, dignity.
Law is merely the expression of the will of the strongest for the time being, and therefore laws have no fixity, but shift from generation to generation.
You utter a vow, or forge a signature, and you may find yourself bound for life to a monastery, a woman, or prison.
It is impossible to go through life without trust: That is to be imprisoned in the worst cell of all, oneself.
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.
We're in a war. People who blast some pot on a casual basis are guilty of treason.
Trial by jury itself, instead of being a security to persons who are accused, shall be a delusion, a mockery, and a snare.
I don't like being famous - it is like a prison. And driving for Ferrari would make it far worse.
Every crime has, in the moment of its perpetration, Its own avenging angel--dark misgiving, An ominous sinking at the inmost heart.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
Kill a man, and you are an assassin. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill everyone, and you are a God.
I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world; And, for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it. Yet I'll hammer it out.
The torment of human frustration, whatever its immediate cause, is the knowledge that the self is in prison, its vital force and 'mangled mind' leaking away in lonely, wasteful self-conflict.