Quotes

It is not at the table, but in prison, that you learn who your true friends are.

The solution to our drug problem is not in incarceration.

I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.

The idea that the sole aim of punishment is to prevent crime is obviously grounded upon the theory that crime can be prevented, which is almost as dubious as the notion that poverty can be prevented.

Women now have choices. They can be married, not married, have a job, not have a job, be married with children, unmarried with children. Men have the same choice we've always had: work, or prison.

What is crime amongst the multitude, is only vice among the few.

Body is a home, a prison and a grave.

No written law has been more binding than unwritten custom supported by popular opinion.

Justice is that virtue of the soul which is distributive according to desert.

The worst of prison life, he thought, was not being able to close his door.

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.

Two men look out the same prison bars; one sees mud and the other stars.

We're in a war. People who blast some pot on a casual basis are guilty of treason.

Civilization is maintained by a very few people in a small number of places and we need only some bombs and a few prisons to blot it out altogether.

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.

One crime is everything; two nothing.

Probably the only place where a man can feel really secure is in a maximum security prison, except for the imminent threat of release.

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.

There is no greater punishment of wickedness that that it is dissatisfied with itself and its deeds.

We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.

The world itself is but a large prison, out of which some are daily led to execution.

Every crime has, in the moment of its perpetration, Its own avenging angel--dark misgiving, An ominous sinking at the inmost heart.

The perfection of a thing consists in its essence; there are perfect criminals, as there are men of perfect probity.

Overlook our deeds, since you know that crime was absent from our inclination.

By noiselessly going to a prison a civil-resister ensures a calm atmosphere.