I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.
To try to raise a son from inside the prison walls is a very difficult thing. But I want to say to the world my son at 16 was the one who tried the most to get me out of prison.
The refined punishments of the spiritual mode are usually much more indecent and dangerous than a good smack.
Justice is that virtue of the soul which is distributive according to desert.
I am an expert of electricity. My father occupied the chair of applied electricity at the state prison.
Why would anyone expect him to come out smarter? He went to prison for three years, not Princeton.