In my country we go to prison first and then become President.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
Liberty is rendered even more precious by the recollection of servitude.
Man is condemned to be free.
The English laws punish vice; the Chinese laws do more, they reward virtue.
When it comes to freedom, we are but prisoners of our own desires.
Man is born free, and everywhere he is in chains.
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.
No man should be judge in his own case.
To be at peace in crime! Ah, who can thus flatter himself.
Justice renders to every one his due.
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.
Laws do not persuade just because they threaten.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
Some laws of state aimed at curbing crime are even more criminal.
A just chastisement may benefit a man, though it seldom does; but an unjust one changes all his blood to gall.
Well does Heaven have care that no man secures happiness by crime.
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.
You utter a vow, or forge a signature, and you may find yourself bound for life to a monastery, a woman, or prison.
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.
Three hundred years ago a prisoner condemned to the Tower of London carved on the wall of his cell this sentiment to keep up his spirits during his long imprisonment: “It is not adversity that kills, but the impatience with which we bear adversity.”
On a planet that increasingly resembles one huge Maximum Security prison, the only intelligent choice is to plan a jail break.
To seek the redress of grievances by going to law, is like sheep running for shelter to a bramble bush.
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.
Overlook our deeds, since you know that crime was absent from our inclination.
