Law is merely the expression of the will of the strongest for the time being, and therefore laws have no fixity, but shift from generation to generation.
Fast closed with double grills And triple gates–the cell To wicked souls is hell; But to a mind that's innocent 'Tis only iron, wood and stone.
In prisons, those things withheld from and denied to the prisoner become precisely what he wants most of all.
Mere factual innocence is no reason not to carry out a death sentence properly reached.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
The world itself is but a large prison, out of which some are daily led to execution.
It is impossible to go through life without trust: That is to be imprisoned in the worst cell of all, oneself.
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.
The public have more interest in the punishment of an injury than he who receives it.
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.
To my mind, to kill in war is not a whit better than to commit ordinary murder.
Crime is a logical extension of the sort of behavior that often [is] considered perfectly respectable in legitimate business.
By noiselessly going to a prison a civil-resister ensures a calm atmosphere.
He had drawn many a thousand of these rations in prisons and camps, and though he'd never had an opportunity to weight them on scales, and although, being a man of timid nature, he knew no way of standing up for his rights, he, like every other prisoner, had discovered long ago that honest weight was never to be found in the bread-cutting. There was short weight in every ration. The only point was how short. So every day you took a look to soothe your soul - today, maybe, they haven't snitched any.
Crimes lead one into another; they who are capable of being forgers are capable of being incendiaries.
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.
It isn't true that convicts live like animals: animals have more room to move around.
Adversities such as being homeless and going to prison has made many people stronger.