Prisons don't rehabilitate, they don't punish, they don't protect, so what the hell do they do?
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
A country is in a bad state, which is governed only by laws; because a thousand things occur for which laws cannot provide, and where authority ought to interpose.
Since 1957, black people have experienced double-digit unemployment - in good times and bad times. Look at the population of African Americans in prison. They represent more than half the population of prisoners in the country, 55 percent of those on death row.
The law does not pretend to punish everything that is dishonest. That would seriously interfere with business.
To seek the redress of grievances by going to law, is like sheep running for shelter to a bramble bush.
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.
Wicked deeds are generally done, even with impunity, for the mere desire of occupation.
I just remember that disturbing feeling of walking into that prison, the complete loss of privacy, the complete loss of stimulation, dignity.
The difference between tax avoidance and tax evasion is the thickness of a prison walls.
I don't like being famous - it is like a prison. And driving for Ferrari would make it far worse.
Concepts of justice must have hands and feet to carry out justice in every case in the shortest possible time and the lowest possible cost. That is the challenge to every lawyer and judge in America.
I am an expert of electricity. My father occupied the chair of applied electricity at the state prison.
If we were brought to trial for the crimes we have committed against ourselves, few would escape the gallows.
Prison, dungeons, blessed places where evil is impossible because they are the crossroads of all the evil in the world. One cannot commit evil in hell.
America is the land of the second chance – and when the gates of the prison open, the path ahead should lead to a better life.