The liberty of the press is the palladium of all the civil,
political, and religious rights of an Englishman.

The liberty of the press is the palladium of all the civil,
political, and religious rights of an Englishman.

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

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.

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?

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.

Nobody's interested in sweetness and light.

Nobody's interested in sweetness and light.

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.

Hear, Land o' Cakes, and brither Scots,
Frae Maidenkirk to Johnie Groat's;-
If there's a hole in read more

Hear, Land o' Cakes, and brither Scots,
Frae Maidenkirk to Johnie Groat's;-
If there's a hole in a' your coats,
I rede you tent it:
A chield's amang you takin notes,
And, faith, he'll prent 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.