The world itself is but a large prison, out of which some are daily led to execution.
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.
The torment of human frustration, whatever its immediate cause, is the knowledge that the self is in prison, its vital force and 'mangled mind' leaking away in lonely, wasteful self-conflict.
History is full of people who went to prison or were burned at the stake for proclaiming their ideas. Society has always defended itself.
Prosecution I have managed to avoid; but I have been arrested, charged in a police court, have refused to be bound over, and thereupon have been unconditionally released - to my great regret; for I have always wanted to know what going to prison was like.
No written law has been more binding than unwritten custom supported by popular opinion.
Those magistrates who can prevent crime, and do not, in effect encourage it.
Nothing can be more abhorrent to democracy than to imprison a person or keep him in prison because he is unpopular. This is really the test of civilization.
Governments have tried to stop crime through punishment throughout the ages, but crime continued in the past punishment remains. Crime can only be stopped through a preventive approach in the schools. You teach the students Transcendental Meditation, and right away they’ll begin using their full brain physiology sensible and they will not get sidetracked into wrong things.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
I was in prison, and you came unto me. Verily I say unto you, inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.
~(Jesus Christ) Matthew 25:36, 40
There are few better measures of the concern a society has for its individual members and its own well being than the way it handles criminals.
One of the many lessons that one learns in prison is, that things are what they are and will be what they will be.
The thoughts of a prisoner - they're not free either. They keep returning to the same things.
The worst prison is not of stone. It is of a throbbing heart, outraged by an infamous life.
Once we are destined to live out our lives in the prison of our mind, our duty is to furnish it well.