A Quote by Eugene V. Debs

The guns on the walls that surround the prison accurately, though unwittingly, index the true character of the penitentiary in our day. — © Eugene V. Debs
The guns on the walls that surround the prison accurately, though unwittingly, index the true character of the penitentiary in our day.
True Socialism, in which everyone is truly equal, does not just resemble a prison - it is a prison. It can not exist unless it is surrounded by high walls, by watchtowers and by guard-dogs, for people always want to escape from any socialist regime, just as they do from a prison. If you continue your attempts to establish a model society you will need to build walls around it. You will be forced to do so sooner or later by the flood of refugees.
Wrong believing puts people in a prison. Even though there are no physical shackles, wrong believing causes its inmates to behave as though they were incarcerated in a maximum-security penitentiary.
The true index of a man's character is the health of his wife.
We are all conceived in close prison; in our mothers wombs, we are close prisoners all; when we are born, we are born but to the liberty of the house; prisoners still, though within larger walls; and then all our life is but a going out to the place of execution, to death.
We live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns.
Son, we live in a world that has walls and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You!?
Your true character Is most accurately measured by how you treat those who can do 'Nothing' for you
PRISON, n. A place of punishments and rewards. The poet assures us that - stone walls do not a prison make.
When I was in the penitentiary after being accused of killing a policeman, I was more in the system in the penitentiary than ever.
If forced to choose between the penitentiary and the White House for four years, I would say the penitentiary, thank you.
Some time in our lives every man and woman of us, putting out our hands toward the stars, touch on either side our prison walls the immutable limitations of temperament
We amuse ourselves painting our prison-walls with bright figures and brilliant landscapes.
An intelligent, energetic, educated woman cannot be kept in four walls - even satin-lined, diamond-studded walls - without discovering sooner or later that they are still a prison cell.
Our prisons are very bad. When I was in Ikoyi prison, people were dying every day. They were carrying bodies out of the prison every day.
When you're in prison, the progress of the outside world doesn't necessarily translate inside prison walls. You don't have any rights; it just doesn't progress along the same timeline.
If life has given us no more than a prison cell, let's at least decorate it as best we can-with the shadows of our dreams, their colourful patterns engraving our oblivion on the static surface of the walls.
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