One of the many lessons that one learns in prison is, that things are what they are and will be what they will be.
Crime succeeds by sudden despatch; honest counsels gain vigor by delay.
A sick person is a prisoner.
They took away my money, my family, and my security. Why couldn't they destroy my ideas? We will question them in court tomorrow as we trigger The Revolution of all revolutions!
A just chastisement may benefit a man, though it seldom does; but an unjust one changes all his blood to gall.
Reality becomes a prison to those who can’t get out of it.
The virtue of justice consists in moderation, as regulated by wisdom.
It isn't true that convicts live like animals: animals have more room to move around.
The uneven impact of actual enforcement measures tends to mirror and reinforce more general patterns of discrimination (along socioeconomic, racial and ethnic, sexual, and perhaps generational lines) within the society. As a consequence, such enforcement (ineffective as it may be in producing conformity) almost certainly reinforces feelings of alienation already prevalent within major segments of the population.
Only free men can negotiate. Prisoners cannot enter into contracts.
No written law has been more binding than unwritten custom supported by popular opinion.
To make punishments efficacious, two things are necessary. They must never be disproportioned to the offence, and they must be certain.
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.
The penalty for laughing in a courtroom is six months in jail; if it were not for this penalty, the jury would never hear the evidence.
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.
They were being driven to a prison, through no fault of their own, in all probability for life. In comparison, how much easier it would be to walk to the gallows than to this tomb of living horrors!
Virtue pardons the wicked, as the sandal-tree perfumes the axe which strikes it.
If you want total security, go to prison. There you’re fed, clothed, given medical care and so on. The only thing lacking…is freedom.
I am certain that nothing has done so much to destroy the juridical safeguards of individual freedom as the striving after this mirage of social justice.
Mere factual innocence is no reason not to carry out a death sentence properly reached.
Justice renders to every one his due.
Wherever any one is against his will, that is to him a prison.
On a planet that increasingly resembles one huge Maximum Security prison, the only intelligent choice is to plan a jail break.
Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of their own minds.
