Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circles of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.
Prisons don't rehabilitate, they don't punish, they don't protect, so what the hell do they do?
The best situation of all, and one frequently utilized, is for jails and prisons to allow volunteer ministers of all faiths to enter prisons and offer their services to the inmates who want them. That way, the religious needs of inmates are met but without government funds being spent.
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.
Once we are destined to live out our lives in the prison of our mind, our duty is to furnish it well.
I don't like being famous - it is like a prison. And driving for Ferrari would make it far worse.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
I can tell you this on a stack of Bibles: prisons are archaic, brutal, unregenerative, overcrowded hell holes where the inmates are treated like animals with absolutely not one humane thought given to what they are going to do once they are released. You're an animal in a cage and you're treated like one.
Mere factual innocence is no reason not to carry out a death sentence properly reached.
It is hard, but it is excellent, to find the right knowledge of when correction is necessary and when grace doth most avail.
In a civilized society, all crimes are likely to be sins, but most sins are not and ought not to be treated as crimes.
Prison makes you a better judge of character. You pick up on people much faster.
A just chastisement may benefit a man, though it seldom does; but an unjust one changes all his blood to gall.
If we look at Houston, which is a very environmentally toxic place, we find that it has one of the highest levels of young men going to prison and also among the highest levels of illiteracy in the country.
No matter how you seem to fatten on a crime, that can never be good for the bee which is bad for the hive.
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.
I have been studying how I may compare this prison where I live unto the world; Shut up in the prison of their own consciences.