No obligation to justice does force a man to be cruel, or to use the sharpest sentence.
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.
To be in prison so long, it's difficult to remember exactly what you did to get there.
One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem upon another.
Crime is a logical extension of the sort of behavior that often [is] considered perfectly respectable in legitimate business.
The world itself is but a large prison, out of which some are daily led to execution.
Those magistrates who can prevent crime, and do not, in effect encourage it.
It is certain that the study of human psychology, if it were undertaken exclusively in prisons, would also lead to misrepresentation and absurd generalizations.
I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.
In a civilized society, all crimes are likely to be sins, but most sins are not and ought not to be treated as crimes.
The only real prison is fear, and the only real freedom is freedom from fear.
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 only effect of public punishment is to show the rabble how bravely it can be borne; and that every one who hath lost a toe-nail hath suffered worse.
To my mind, to kill in war is not a whit better than to commit ordinary murder.
Why would anyone expect him to come out smarter? He went to prison for three years, not Princeton.
It was only when I lay there on the rotting prison straw that I sensed within myself the first stirrings of good. Gradually it was disclosed to me that the line separating good and evil passes not between states nor between social classes nor between political parties, but right through every human heart, through all human hearts. And that is why I turn back to the years of my imprisonment and say, sometimes to the astonishment of those about me, bless you, prison, for having been a part of my life.