Hm, the beacon of the press. In the hell to which all journalists must descend when they die, Mr. Wiggam, we shall sit at red hot ...desks with quills of fire in our hand and spend eternity on eternity writing about the salubrious weather of that region. Let us serve our apprenticeship here thoroughly and intelligently.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It is a misfortune that necessity has induced men to accord greater license to this formidable engine, in order to obtain liberty,... than can be borne with less important objects in view; for the press, like fire, is an excellent servant, but a terrible master.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The very hirelings of the press, whose trade it is to buoy up the spirits of the people ... have uttered falsehoods so long, they ...have played off so many tricks, that their budget seems, at last, to be quite empty.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Don't you know there are 200 temperance women in this county who control 200 votes. Why does a woman work for temperance? Because ...she's tired of liftin' that besotted mate of hers off the floor every Saturday night and puttin' him on the sofa so he won't catch cold. Tonight we're for temperance. Help yourself to them cloves and chew them, chew them hard. We're goin' to that festival tonight smelling like a hot mince pie.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Flee from the press and dwell with soothfastness; Suffice unto thy good though it be small,... For hoard hath hate and climbing ticklishness, Press hath envy and weal blent overall;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I would have these good people to recollect, that the laws of this country hold out to foreigners an offer of all that liberty of ...the press which Americans enjoy, and that, if this liberty be abridged, by whatever means it may be done, the laws and the constitution, and all together, is a mere cheat; a snare to catch the credulous and enthusiastic of every other nation; a downright imposition on the world.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In those rare days, the press was seldom known to snarl or bark, But sweetly sang of men in pow'r, like any tuneful lark; .../>Grave judges, too, to all their evil deeds were in the dark; And not a man in twenty score knew how to make his mark. Oh the fine old English Tory times;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »