The mellow sweetness of pumpkin pie off a prison spoon is something you will never forget.
Crime is a logical extension of the sort of behavior that often [is] considered perfectly respectable in legitimate business.
The law does not pretend to punish everything that is dishonest. That would seriously interfere with business.
Once we are destined to live out our lives in the prison of our mind, our duty is to furnish it well.
The number of laws is constantly growing in all countries and, owing to this, what is called crime is very often not a crime at all, for it contains no element of violence or harm.
It is impossible to go through life without trust: That is to be imprisoned in the worst cell of all, oneself.
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.
Prison, dungeons, blessed places where evil is impossible because they are the crossroads of all the evil in the world. One cannot commit evil in hell.
They're not supposed to show prison films in prison. Especially ones that are about escaping.
Corporal punishment falls far more heavily than most weighty pecuniary penalty.
No matter how you seem to fatten on a crime, that can never be good for the bee which is bad for the hive.
Prison continues, on those who are entrusted to it, a work begun elsewhere, which the whole of society pursues on each individual through innumerable mechanisms of discipline.
Written laws are like spiders' webs, and will, like them, only entangle and hold the poor and weak, while the rich and powerful will easily break through them.