the prison system, inherently unjust and inhumane, is the ultimate expression of injustice and inhumanity in the society at large.

O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? Where, indeed. Many a badly stung survivor, faced with the aftermath of some relative's funeral, has ruefully concluded that the victory has been won hands down by a funeral establishment - in disastrously unequal battle.

Enemies are, to me, as important as friends in my life, and when they die I mourn their passing.

I discovered that Human Nature was not, as I had always supposed, a fixed and unalterable entity, that wars are not caused by a natural urge in men to fight, that ownership of land and factories is not necessarily the natural reward of greater wisdom and energy.

Growing up in the English countryside seemed an interminable process. Freezing winter gave way to frosty spring, which in turn merged into chilly summer-but nothing ever, ever happened.

You may not be able to change the world, but at least you can embarrass the guilty.

Objectivity? I've always had an objective.