Wherever any one is against his will, that is to him a prison.
In the halls of justice, the only justice is in the halls.
I wrote a million words in the first year, and I could never have done that outside of prison.
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.
And while God had work for Paul, he found him friends both in court and prison. Let persecutors send saints to prison, God can provide a keeper for their turn.
Prisons don't rehabilitate, they don't punish, they don't protect, so what the hell do they do?
I existed in a world that never is - the prison of the mind.
I was put into jail as I was going to the shoemaker's to get a shoe which was mended. When I was let out the next morning, I proceeded to finish my errand, and, having put on my mended shoe, joined a huckleberry party, who were impatient to put themselves under my conduct; and in half an hour -- for the horse was soon tackled -- was in the midst of a huckleberry field, on one of our highest hills, two miles off, and then the State was nowhere to be seen.
The most anxious man in a prison is the governor.
Clemency alone makes us equal to the gods.
Well does Heaven have care that no man secures happiness by crime.
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.
They were being driven to a prison, through no fault of their own, in all probability for life. In comparison, how much easier it would be to walk to the gallows than to this tomb of living horrors!
Hanging was the worst use a man could be put to.
Forgiveness, that noblest of all self-denial, is a virtue which he alone who can practise in himself can willingly believe in another.
No crime has been without a precedent.
I have never been contained except I made the prison.
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.
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.
The mellow sweetness of pumpkin pie off a prison spoon is something you will never forget.
It is the spirit and not the form of law that keeps justice alive.
Justice renders to every one his due.
A variety in punishment is of utility, as well as a proportion.
Pardon is the virtue of victory.
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.
