Show me the prison, Show me the jail, Show me the prisoner whose life has gone stale. And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why And there, but for fortune, go you or I.
There is no greater punishment of wickedness that that it is dissatisfied with itself and its deeds.
The worst prison is not of stone. It is of a throbbing heart, outraged by an infamous life.
It is safer that a bad man should not be accused, than that he should be acquitted.
It is more dangerous that even a guilty person should be punished without the forms of law than that he should escape.
Prison, dungeons, blessed places where evil is impossible because they are the crossroads of all the evil in the world. One cannot commit evil in hell.
On a planet that increasingly resembles one huge Maximum Security prison, the only intelligent choice is to plan a jail break.
The perfection of a thing consists in its essence; there are perfect criminals, as there are men of perfect probity.
Experts and the educated elite have replaced what worked with what sounded good. Society was far more civilized before they took over our schools, prisons, welfare programs, police departments and courts. It's high time we ran these people out of our lives and went back to common sense.
Adversities such as being homeless and going to prison has made many people stronger.
Taught from infancy that beauty is woman's sceptre, the mind shapes itself to the body, and roaming round its gilt cage, only seeks to adorn its prison.
The only real prison is fear, and the only real freedom is freedom from fear.
I am an expert of electricity. My father occupied the chair of applied electricity at the state prison.
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.
What is crime amongst the multitude, is only vice among the few.