You May Also Like / View all maxioms
A Fourth Estate, of Able Editors, springs up.
A Fourth Estate, of Able Editors, springs up.
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.
The public have an insatiable curiosity to know everything. Except what is worth knowing. Journalism, conscious of this, and having read more
The public have an insatiable curiosity to know everything. Except what is worth knowing. Journalism, conscious of this, and having tradesman-like habits, supplies their demands.
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.
Journalism consists largely in saying 'Lord Jones died' to people who never knew Lord Jones was alive.
Journalism consists largely in saying 'Lord Jones died' to people who never knew Lord Jones was alive.
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.
Journalism can never be silent: that is its greatest virtue and its greatest fault. It must speak, and speak immediately, read more
Journalism can never be silent: that is its greatest virtue and its greatest fault. It must speak, and speak immediately, while the echoes of wonder, the claims of triumph and the signs of horror are still in the air.
Journalism allows its readers to witness history; fiction gives its readers an opportunity to live it.
Journalism allows its readers to witness history; fiction gives its readers an opportunity to live it.
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.
