I hope we never live to see the day when a thing is as bad as some of our newspapers read more

I hope we never live to see the day when a thing is as bad as some of our newspapers make it

The difference between literature and journalism is that journalism is unreadable and literature is not read.

The difference between literature and journalism is that journalism is unreadable and literature is not read.

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.

The bigger the information media, the less courage and freedom they follow. Bigness means weakness.

The bigger the information media, the less courage and freedom they follow. Bigness means weakness.

Burke said there were Three Estates in Parliament; but, in the
Reporter's gallery yonder, there sat a fourth estate read more

Burke said there were Three Estates in Parliament; but, in the
Reporter's gallery yonder, there sat a fourth estate more
important far than they all.

They consume a considerable quantity of our paper manufacture,
employ our artisans in printing, and find business for great read more

They consume a considerable quantity of our paper manufacture,
employ our artisans in printing, and find business for great
numbers of indigent persons.

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.

Caused by a dearth of scandal should the vapors
Distress our fair ones--let them read the prayers.

Caused by a dearth of scandal should the vapors
Distress our fair ones--let them read the prayers.

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?