I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.
Intellectual despair results in neither weakness nor dreams, but in violence. It is only a matter of knowing how to give vent to one's rage; whether one only wants to wander like madmen around prisons, or whether one wants to overturn them.
Crimes lead one into another; they who are capable of being forgers are capable of being incendiaries.
Overlook our deeds, since you know that crime was absent from our inclination.