The editor sat in his sanctum, his countenance furrowed with
care,
His mind at the bottom of business, read more

The editor sat in his sanctum, his countenance furrowed with
care,
His mind at the bottom of business, his feet at the top of a
chair,
His chair-arm an elbow supporting, his right hand upholding his
head,
His eyes on his dusty table, with different documents spread.

The idea that media is there to educate us, or to inform us, is ridiculous because that's about tenth or read more

The idea that media is there to educate us, or to inform us, is ridiculous because that's about tenth or eleventh on their list.

A would-be satirist, a hired buffoon,
A monthly scribbler of some low lampoon,
Condemn'd to drudge, the read more

A would-be satirist, a hired buffoon,
A monthly scribbler of some low lampoon,
Condemn'd to drudge, the meanest of the mean,
And furbish falsehoods for a magazine.

The public have an insatiable curiosity to know everything. Except what is worth knowing. Journalism, conscious of this, and having read more

The public have an insatiable curiosity to know everything. Except what is worth knowing. Journalism, conscious of this, and having tradesman-like habits, supplies their demands.

How shall I speak thee, or thy power address
Thou God of our idolatry, the Press.
. read more

How shall I speak thee, or thy power address
Thou God of our idolatry, the Press.
. . . .
Like Eden's dead probationary tree,
Knowledge of good and evil is from thee.

Only a newspaper! Quick read, quick lost,
Who sums the treasure that it carries hence?
Torn, trampled read more

Only a newspaper! Quick read, quick lost,
Who sums the treasure that it carries hence?
Torn, trampled under feet, who counts thy cost,
Star-eyed intelligence?

Never believe in anything until it has been officially denied.

Never believe in anything until it has been officially denied.

Journalism allows its readers to witness history; fiction gives its readers an opportunity to live it.

Journalism allows its readers to witness history; fiction gives its readers an opportunity to live it.

Wooing the press is an exercise roughly akin to picnicking with a tiger. You might enjoy the meal, but the read more

Wooing the press is an exercise roughly akin to picnicking with a tiger. You might enjoy the meal, but the tiger always eats last.