The soul is imprisoned in the body, and the Lord... built two windows in the wall of the prison... Unfortunately, the windows have curtains—eyelids; and a man whose soul is impure, feeling himself scrutinized, lets down the curtains and conceals the soul.

We are all prisoners but some of us are in cells with windows and some without.

The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.

we are all prisoners of our thoughts.

The pain of being human is that we're all angels imprisoned in vessels of flesh.

Did we not, at the very moment of birth, stumble into agonizing captivity? A prison, a prison with bars and chains everywhere!

the liberty of the soul is lost through the windows of the eyes,

We're all of us sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own skins, for life.

We are powerfully imprisoned by the terms in which we have been conducted to think.

The main thing to understand is that we are imprisoned in some kind of work of art.

Guilt keeps people imprisoned in themselves.

Our bodies hold our minds hostage to their whims and rhythms.

Since we are destined to live out our lives in the prison of our minds, it is our duty to furnish it well.

A mind enclosed in language is in prison.