Bless you prison, bless you for being in my life. For there, lying upon the rotting prison straw, I came to realize that the object of life is not prosperity as we are made to believe, but the maturity of the human soul.

If you live in a graveyard, you can't weep for everyone.

You should rejoice that you're in prison. Here you have time to think about your soul.

It is time in the West to defend not so much human rights as human obligations.

A man used to riding in a car cannot understand a pedestrian.

I can say without affectation that I belong to the Russian convict world no less than I do to Russian literature. I got my education there, and it will last forever.

Someone that you have deprived of everything is no longer in your power. He is once again entirely free.