None of our political writers . . . take notice of any more than
three estates, namely, Kings, Lords read more

None of our political writers . . . take notice of any more than
three estates, namely, Kings, Lords and Commons . . . passing by
in silence that very large and powerful body which form the
fourth estate in the community . . . the Mob.

A parliament speaking through reporters to Buncombe and the
Twenty-seven millions, mostly fools.

A parliament speaking through reporters to Buncombe and the
Twenty-seven millions, mostly fools.

A Fourth Estate, of Able Editors, springs up.

A Fourth Estate, of Able Editors, springs up.

Journalism is literature in a hurry.

Journalism is literature in a hurry.

Remember, son, many a good story has been ruined by over-verification.

Remember, son, many a good story has been ruined by over-verification.

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.

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?

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.

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.