| C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917. | | | | Prison |
| | | The living grave of crime. Joaquin Miller. | 1 |
| Young Crime’s finishing-school. Mrs. Balfour. | 2 |
| | A felon’s cell— |
| The fittest earthly type of hell! |
Whittier. | 3 |
| Shut up in the prison of their own consciences. Archbishop Usher. | 4 |
| To trial bring her stolen charms, and let her prison be my arms. Earl of Egremont. | 5 |
| The worst prison is not of stone. It is of a throbbing heart, outraged by an infamous life. Beecher. | 6 |
| | Stone walls do not a prison make, |
| Nor iron bars a cage; |
| Minds innocent and quiet take |
| That for an hermitage. |
Lovelace. | 7 |
| | A prison! heav’ns, I loath the hated name, |
| Famine’s metropolis, the sink of shame, |
| A nauseous sepulchre, whose craving womb |
| Hourly inters poor mortals in its tomb; |
| By ev’ry plague and ev’ry ill possess’d, |
| Ev’n purgatory itself to thee ’s a jest. |
Tom Brown. | 8 | | |
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