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 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. 
 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. 
 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. 
Journalism is the first rough draft of history.
Journalism is the first rough draft of history.
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.
 Ask how to live? Write, write, write, anything;
 The world's a fine believing world, write news.  
 Ask how to live? Write, write, write, anything;
 The world's a fine believing world, write news. 
Journalism is merely history's first draft.
Journalism is merely history's first draft.
 He comes, the herald of a noisy world,
 With spatter'd boots, strapp'd waist, and frozen locks;
  News read more 
 He comes, the herald of a noisy world,
 With spatter'd boots, strapp'd waist, and frozen locks;
  News from all nations lumbering at his back. 
 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.