To my mind, to kill in war is not a whit better than to commit ordinary murder.
Everyone is a prisoner of his own experiences. No one can eliminate prejudices - just recognize them.
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.
And while God had work for Paul, he found him friends both in court and prison. Let persecutors send saints to prison, God can provide a keeper for their turn.
The idea that the sole aim of punishment is to prevent crime is obviously grounded upon the theory that crime can be prevented, which is almost as dubious as the notion that poverty can be prevented.
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.
They're not supposed to show prison films in prison. Especially ones that are about escaping.
Probably the only place where a man can feel really secure is in a maximum security prison, except for the imminent threat of release.
I wrote a million words in the first year, and I could never have done that outside of prison.
The perfection of a thing consists in its essence; there are perfect criminals, as there are men of perfect probity.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
Any punishment that does not correct, that can merely rouse rebellion in whoever has to endure it, is a piece of gratuitous infamy which makes those who impose it more guilty in the eyes of humanity, good sense and reason, nay a hundred times more guilty than the victim on whom the punishment is inflicted.
There are only two places in the world where time takes precedence over the job to be done. School and prison.
Civilization is maintained by a very few people in a small number of places and we need only some bombs and a few prisons to blot it out altogether.
I know not whether laws be right, or whether laws be wrong; All that we know who lie in gaol is that the wall is strong; And that each day is like a year, a year whose days are long.