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.

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.

Journalism is merely history's first draft.

Journalism is merely history's first draft.

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.

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.

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.

We journalists make it a point to know very little about an extremely wide variety of topics; this is how read more

We journalists make it a point to know very little about an extremely wide variety of topics; this is how we stay objective.

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.

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.