Walls can imprison the body, but they rarely can imprison the soul. Confinement isn't always a physical restriction; it might be a prison of the mind, social constraints, or even limits we place on ourselves. But the question remains: Is prison the absence of freedom, or the absence of hope? So how do these thought-provoking **quotes** describe this feeling of restriction, whether physical or moral?
āThe night in prison was novel and interesting enough.... I found that even here there was a history and a gossip which never circulated beyond the walls of the jail. Probably this is the only house in the town where verses are composed, which are afterward printed in a circular form, but not published. I was shown quite a long list of verses which were composed by some young men who had been detected in an attempt to escape, who avenged themselves by singing them.ā
āI, who cannot stay in my chamber for a single day without acquiring some rust,... confess that I am astonished at the power of endurance, to say nothing of the moral insensibility, of my neighbors who confine themselves to shops and offices the whole day for weeks and months, aye, and years almost together. I know not what manner of stuff they are of,--sitting there now at three o'clock in the afternoon, as if it were three o'clock in the morning.ā
