Faults of the head are punished in this world, those of the heart in another; but as most of our vices are compound, so also is their punishment.
The world itself is but a large prison, out of which some are daily led to execution.
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.
The worst prison is not of stone. It is of a throbbing heart, outraged by an infamous life.
The public have more interest in the punishment of an injury than he who receives it.
If punishment reaches not the mind and makes not the will supple, it hardens the offender.
Money will determine whether the accused goes to prison or walks out of the courtroom a free man.
There is no greater punishment of wickedness that that it is dissatisfied with itself and its deeds.
Once we are destined to live out our lives in the prison of our mind, our duty is to furnish it well.
I don't like being famous - it is like a prison. And driving for Ferrari would make it far worse.
I can tell you this on a stack of Bibles: prisons are archaic, brutal, unregenerative, overcrowded hell holes where the inmates are treated like animals with absolutely not one humane thought given to what they are going to do once they are released. You're an animal in a cage and you're treated like one.
Everyone is a prisoner of his own experiences. No one can eliminate prejudices - just recognize them.
Kill a man, and you are an assassin. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill everyone, and you are a God.
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.
I know not whether laws be right, or whether laws be wrong; All that we know who lie in gaol is that the wall is strong; And that each day is like a year, a year whose days are long.
Definition, rationality, and structure are ways of seeing, but they become prisons when they blank out other ways of seeing.
To make punishments efficacious, two things are necessary. They must never be disproportioned to the offence, and they must be certain.
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.
A man will be imprisoned in a room with a door that's unlocked and opens inwards, as long as it does not occur to him to pull rather than push.
In prisons, those things withheld from and denied to the prisoner become precisely what he wants most of all.