There is no peace because the making of peace is at least as costly as the making of war - at least as exigent, at least as disruptive, at least as liable to bring disgrace and prison and death in its wake.
Everyone is a prisoner of his own experiences. No one can eliminate prejudices - just recognize them.
A man will be imprisoned in a room with a door that's unlocked and opens inwards, as long as it does not occur to him to pull rather than push.
One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem upon another.
History is full of people who went to prison or were burned at the stake for proclaiming their ideas. Society has always defended itself.
Justice is that virtue of the soul which is distributive according to desert.
Those magistrates who can prevent crime, and do not, in effect encourage it.
When is conduct a crime, and when is a crime not a crime? When Somebody Up There -- a monarch, a dictator, a Pope, a legislator -- so decrees.
To seek the redress of grievances by going to law, is like sheep running for shelter to a bramble bush.
Prison continues, on those who are entrusted to it, a work begun elsewhere, which the whole of society pursues on each individual through innumerable mechanisms of discipline.
Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrist? And what has he been after that they groan and shake their fists? And wherefore is he wearing such a conscience-stricken air? Oh they're taking him to prison for the colour of his hair.
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.
To be in prison so long, it's difficult to remember exactly what you did to get there.
Probably the only place where a man can feel really secure is in a maximum security prison, except for the imminent threat of release.