The editor sat in his sanctum, his countenance furrowed with
care,
His mind at the bottom of business, read more

The editor sat in his sanctum, his countenance furrowed with
care,
His mind at the bottom of business, his feet at the top of a
chair,
His chair-arm an elbow supporting, his right hand upholding his
head,
His eyes on his dusty table, with different documents spread.

Rock journalism is people who can't write interviewing people who can't talk for people who can't read.

Rock journalism is people who can't write interviewing people who can't talk for people who can't read.

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.

[The opposition Press] which is in the hands of malecontents who
have failed in their career.

[The opposition Press] which is in the hands of malecontents who
have failed in their career.

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.

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.

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.

Journalism - an ability to meet the challenge of filling the space.

Journalism - an ability to meet the challenge of filling the space.

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?