C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
This country is not priest-ridden, but press-ridden.
The press is the foe of rhetoric, but the friend of reason.
Did Charity prevail, the press would prove A vehicle of virtue, truth, and love.
In the long, fierce struggle for freedom of opinion, the press, like the church, counted its martyrs by thousands.
James A. Garfield.
The Reformation was cradled in the printing-press, and established by no other instrument.
The liberty of the press is the true measure of all other liberty; for all freedom without this must be merely nominal.
Let it be impressed upon your minds, let it be instilled into your children, that the liberty of the press is the palladium of all the civil, political and religious rights.
A journalist is a grumbler, a censurer, a giver of advice, a regent of sovereigns, a tutor of nations. Four hostile newspapers are more to be feared than a thousand bayonets.
When the press is the echo of sages and reformers, it works well; when it is the echo of turbulent cynics, it merely feeds political excitement.
The liberty of the press is a blessing when we are inclined to write against others, and a calamity when we find ourselves overborne by the multitude of our assailants.
What gunpowder did for war, the printing-press has done for the mind; and the statesman is no longer clad in the steel of special education, but every reading man is his judge.
The productions of the press, fast as steam can make and carry them, go abroad through all the land, silent as snowflakes, but potent as thunder. It is an additional tongue of steam and lightning, by which a man speaks his first thought, his instant argument or grievance, to millions in a day.
The invention of printing added a new element of power to the race. From that hour, in a most especial sense, the brain and not the arm, the thinker and not the soldier, books and not kings, were to rule the world; and weapons, forged in the mind, keen-edged and brighter than the sunbeam, were to supplant the sword and the battle-axe.
How shall I speak thee, or thy power address,
Thou god of our idolatry, the Press?
By thee, religion, liberty, and laws,
Exert their influence, and advance their cause:
By thee, worse plagues than Pharaohs land befell,
Diffused, make earth the vestibule of hell:
Thou fountain, at which drink the good and wise,
Thou ever bubbling spring of endless lies,
Like Edens dread probationary tree, Knowledge of good and evil is from thee!