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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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
Journalism largely consists of saying "Lord Jones is Dead" to people who never knew that Lord Jones was alive.
Journalism largely consists of saying "Lord Jones is Dead" to people who never knew that Lord Jones was alive.
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.