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.
I was in prison, and you came unto me. Verily I say unto you, inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.
~(Jesus Christ) Matthew 25:36, 40
To my mind, to kill in war is not a whit better than to commit ordinary murder.
There is no greater punishment of wickedness that that it is dissatisfied with itself and its deeds.
No matter how you seem to fatten on a crime, that can never be good for the bee which is bad for the hive.
The mellow sweetness of pumpkin pie off a prison spoon is something you will never forget.
Definition, rationality, and structure are ways of seeing, but they become prisons when they blank out other ways of seeing.
Virtue pardons the wicked, as the sandal-tree perfumes the axe which strikes it.
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.
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.
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 makes you a better judge of character. You pick up on people much faster.
There are dreadful punishments enacted against thieves; but it were much better to make such good provisions, by which every man might be put in a method how to live, and so to be preserved from the fatal necessity of stealing and dying for it.
Overlook our deeds, since you know that crime was absent from our inclination.
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.
Once we are destined to live out our lives in the prison of our mind, our duty is to furnish it well.