I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.
Every crime has, in the moment of its perpetration, Its own avenging angel--dark misgiving, An ominous sinking at the inmost heart.
I have paid no poll-tax for six years. I was put into a jail once on this account, for one night; and, as I stood considering the walls of solid stone, I could not help being struck with the foolishness of that institution which treated me as if I were mere flesh and blood and bones, to be locked up...I saw that, if there was a wall of stone between me and my townsmen, there was a still more difficult one to climb or break through, before they could get to be as free as I was.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
The uneven impact of actual enforcement measures tends to mirror and reinforce more general patterns of discrimination (along socioeconomic, racial and ethnic, sexual, and perhaps generational lines) within the society. As a consequence, such enforcement (ineffective as it may be in producing conformity) almost certainly reinforces feelings of alienation already prevalent within major segments of the population.
Here the great art lies, to discern in what the law is to be to restraint and punishment, and in what things persuasion only is to work.
Nor cell, nor chain, nor dungeon speaks to the murderer like the voice of solitude.
Kill a man, and you are an assassin. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill everyone, and you are a God.
It isn't true that convicts live like animals: animals have more room to move around.
The only difference between me and my fellow actors is that I've spent more time in jail.
Adversities such as being homeless and going to prison has made many people stronger.
Definition, rationality, and structure are ways of seeing, but they become prisons when they blank out other ways of seeing.
Faults of the head are punished in this world, those of the heart in another; but as most of our vices are compound, so also is their punishment.
In prisons, those things withheld from and denied to the prisoner become precisely what he wants most of all.
Once we are destined to live out our lives in the prison of our mind, our duty is to furnish it well.
If you treat prisoners well, they will be less angry, less inclined to violence inside prison, less likely to provoke violent actions by guards, less likely to have reason to file brutality lawsuits that cost taxpayers a bundle and waste administrators' time. And most important, well-treated prisoners will be less likely to leave prison angrier, more vicious and more inclined to criminal behavior than when they went in.
We shall not yield to violence. We shall not be deprived of union freedoms. We shall never agree with sending people to prison for their convictions.
Probably the only place where a man can feel really secure is in a maximum security prison, except for the imminent threat of release.
Overlook our deeds, since you know that crime was absent from our inclination.