I read the newspaper avidly. It is my one form of continuous fiction.

I read the newspaper avidly. It is my one form of continuous fiction.

I believe it has been said that one copy of the "Times" contains
more useful information than the whole read more

I believe it has been said that one copy of the "Times" contains
more useful information than the whole of the historical works of
Thucydides.

If the newspapers of a country are filled with good news, the jails of that country will be filled with read more

If the newspapers of a country are filled with good news, the jails of that country will be filled with good people.

Generally speaking, the best people nowadays go into journalism, the second best into business, the rubbish into politics and the read more

Generally speaking, the best people nowadays go into journalism, the second best into business, the rubbish into politics and the shits into law

Remember, son, many a good story has been ruined by over-verification.

Remember, son, many a good story has been ruined by over-verification.

Numerous politicians have seized absolute power and muzzled the
press. Never in history has the press seized absolute power read more

Numerous politicians have seized absolute power and muzzled the
press. Never in history has the press seized absolute power and
muzzled the politicians.

Journalism without a moral position is impossible. Every journalist is a moralist. It's absolutely unavoidable.

Journalism without a moral position is impossible. Every journalist is a moralist. It's absolutely unavoidable.

None of our political writers . . . take notice of any more than
three estates, namely, Kings, Lords read more

None of our political writers . . . take notice of any more than
three estates, namely, Kings, Lords and Commons . . . passing by
in silence that very large and powerful body which form the
fourth estate in the community . . . the Mob.

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.