Some go to prison for stealing, and others for believing that a better system can be provided and maintained than one that makes it necessary for a man to steal in order to live.

I am guilty of believing that the human race can be humanized and enriched in every spiritual inference through the saner and more beneficent processes of peaceful persuasion applied to material problems rather than through wars, riots and bloodshed.

While there is a lower class I am in it, while there is a criminal element I am of it; while there is a soul in prison, I am not free.

The guns on the walls that surround the prison accurately, though unwittingly, index the true character of the penitentiary in our day.

If the people would but analyze the human equation of a prison they might better account for the crimes that are visited upon them in cities, towns, and hamlets, ofttimes by men who graduated with an education and equipment for just that sort of retributive service from some penal institution.

A man should take to himself no discomfort from an opinion expressed or implied by his adversary, but it is difficult, and oftentimes humiliating to attempt to justify the kindness of one's friends.

The general public knows practically nothing about the prison and appears to be little concerned about how it is managed and how prisoners are treated.

Those who produce should have, but we know that those who produce the most-that is, those who work hardest, and at the most difficult and most menial tasks, have the least.

A prison is a cross section of society in which every human strain is clearly revealed.

In the very progress of society, the prison has in the very nature of things undergone some improvement, but there are vast stretches yet to be covered before the prison becomes, if it ever does, an institution for the reclamation and rehabilitation of erring and unfortunate men and women.