To serve thy generation, this thy fate:
"Written in water," swiftly fades thy name;
But he who read more

To serve thy generation, this thy fate:
"Written in water," swiftly fades thy name;
But he who loves his kind does, first and late,
A work too late for fame.

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.

Journalism is in fact history on the run.

Journalism is in fact history on the run.

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.

Did Charity prevail, the press would prove
A vehicle of virtue, truth, and love.

Did Charity prevail, the press would prove
A vehicle of virtue, truth, and love.

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

I would . . . earnestly advise them for their good to order this
paper to be punctually served read more

I would . . . earnestly advise them for their good to order this
paper to be punctually served up, and to be looked upon as a part
of the tea equipage.

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.

Hear, Land o' Cakes, and brither Scots,
Frae Maidenkirk to Johnie Groat's;-
If there's a hole in read more

Hear, Land o' Cakes, and brither Scots,
Frae Maidenkirk to Johnie Groat's;-
If there's a hole in a' your coats,
I rede you tent it:
A chield's amang you takin notes,
And, faith, he'll prent it.