The perfection of a thing consists in its essence; there are perfect criminals, as there are men of perfect probity.
A Sunday school is a prison in which children do penance for the evil conscience of their parents.
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.
I never told a victim story about my imprisonment. Instead, I told a transformation story - about how prison changed my outlook, about how I saw that communication, truth, and trust are at the heart of power.
We're in a war. People who blast some pot on a casual basis are guilty of treason.
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!
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.
The worst of prison life, he thought, was not being able to close his door.
Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass, Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron, Can be retentive to the strength of spirit; But life, being weary of these worldly bars, Never lacks power to dismiss itself.
Wicked deeds are generally done, even with impunity, for the mere desire of occupation.
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
Every crime has, in the moment of its perpetration, Its own avenging angel--dark misgiving, An ominous sinking at the inmost heart.
Crime is a logical extension of the sort of behavior that often [is] considered perfectly respectable in legitimate business.
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.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
Faults of the head are punished in this world, those of the heart in another; but as most of our vices are compound, so also is their punishment.