C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.


Journalism has already come to be the first power in the land.

Samuel Bowles.

The mob of gentlemen who wrote with ease.


The press is the fourth estate of the realm.


  • Report me and my cause aright
  • To the unsatisfied.
  • Shakespeare.

  • Did Charity prevail, the press would prove
  • A vehicle of virtue, truth, and love.
  • Cowper.

    Four hostile newspapers are more to be feared than a thousand bayonets.

    Napoleon I.

    Journalism is an immense power that threatens soon to supersede sermons, lectures, and books.

    Theodore Tilton.

    The journalist should be on his guard against publishing what is false in taste or exceptionable in morals.


    A journal should be neither an echo nor a pander.

    G. W. Curtis.

    Newspapers always excite curiosity. No one ever lays one down without a feeling of disappointment.

    Charles Lamb.

  • He’s gone, and who knows how he may report
  • Thy words by adding fuel to the flame?
  • Milton.

  • 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 great for fame.
  • Mary Clemmer.

    They consume a considerable quantity of our paper manufacture, employ our artisans in printing, and find business for great numbers of indigent persons.


  • 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.
  • Byron.

  • Hear, land o’ cakes, and brither Scots,
  • Frae Maidenkirk to Johnny Groat’s;
  • If there’s a hole in a’ your coats,
  • I rede you tent it:
  • A chiel’s amang you taking notes,
  • And, faith, he’ll prent it.
  • Burns.

  • Here shall the Press the People’s right maintain,
  • Unawed by influence and unbribed by gain;
  • Here Patriot Truth her glorious precepts draw,
  • Pledged to Religion, Liberty, and Law.
  • Joseph Story.

  • Trade hardly deems the busy day begun
  • Till his keen eye along the sheet has run;
  • The blooming daughter throws her needle by,
  • And reads her schoolmate’s marriage with a sigh;
  • While the grave mother puts her glasses on,
  • And gives a tear to some old crony gone.
  • The preacher, too, his Sunday theme lays down,
  • To know what last new folly fills the town;
  • Lively or sad, life’s meanest, mightiest things,
  • The fate of fighting cocks, or fighting kings.
  • Sprague.

    The best use of a journal is to print the largest practical amount of important truth,—truth which tends to make mankind wiser, and thus happier.

    Horace Greeley.

    The News-writer lies down at Night in great Tranquillity, upon a piece of News which corrupts before Morning, and which he is obliged to throw away as soon as he awakes.

    De La Bruyère.

  • 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?
  • Mary Clemmer.