Men simply copied the realities of their hearts when they built prisons.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The fact is, when men carry the same ideals in their hearts, nothing can isolate them - neither prison walls nor the sod of cemeteries. For a single memory, a single spirit, a single idea, a single conscience, a single dignity will sustain them all.
After the revolution, let us hope, prisons simply would not exist - if by prisons we mean places that could be experienced by the men and women in them at all as every place that goes by that name now is bound to be experienced.
Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of their own minds.
The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.
In prison, those things withheld from and denied to the prisoner become precisely what he wants most of all.
The reason why men enter into society is the preservation of their property.
The Past: Our cradle, not our prison; there is danger as well as appeal in its glamour. The past is for inspiration, not imitation, for continuation, not repetition.
Within yourself deliverance must be searched for, because each man makes his own prison.
Prisons are built with stones of Law. Brothels with the bricks of religion.
Under a government which imprisons any unjustly, the true place for a just man is also a prison.