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


News, the manna of a day.


News as wholesome as the morning air.


Ill news is winged with fate, and flies apace.


Evil news rides post, while good news bates.


  • Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news
  • Hath but a losing office; and his tongue
  • Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,
  • Remember’d tolling a departed friend.
  • Shakespeare.

    Tell him, there’s a post come from my master, with his horn full of news.


    Master, master! news, old news, and such news as you never heard of.


    Ill news are swallow-winged, but what is good walks on crutches.


  • Though it be honest, it is never good
  • To bring bad news; give to a gracious message
  • An host of tongues; but let ill tidings tell
  • Themselves when they be felt.
  • Shakespeare.

  • The news! our morning, noon and evening cry,
  • Day after day repeats it till we die.
  • For this the city, the critic, and the fop,
  • Dally the hour away in tonsor’s shop;
  • For this the gossip takes her daily route,
  • And wears your threshold and your patience out;
  • For this we leave the parson in the lurch,
  • And pause to prattle on, our way to church;
  • Even when some coffin’d friend we gather round,
  • We ask—“what news?”—then lay him in the ground.
  • Sprague.

    When ill news comes too late to be serviceable to your neighbor, keep it to yourself.


    There is nothing new except what is forgotten.

    Mademoiselle Bertin.

    The nature of bad news affects the teller.