Media

Hastiness and superficiality are the psychic diseases of the twentieth century, and more than anywhere else this disease is reflected in the press.

Were it left to me to decide whether we should have a government without newspapers or newspapers without a government, I should not hesitate for a moment to prefer the latter.

I do not take a single newspaper, nor read one a month, and I feel myself infinitely happier for it.

The men with the muck-rake are often indispensable to the well-being of society, but only if they know when to stop raking the muck.

Advertising is a racket, like the movies and the brokerage business. You cannot be honest without admitting that its constructive contribution to humanity is exactly minus zero.

However far your travels take you, you will never find the girl who smiles out at you from the travel brochure.

A good newspaper is a nation talking to itself.

In the real world, nothing happens at the right place at the right time. It is the job of journalists and historians to correct that.

It is a medium of entertainment which permits millions of people to listen to the same joke at the same time, and yet remain lonesome.

The world is for thousands a freak show; the images flicker past and vanish; the impressions remain flat and unconnected in the soul. Thus they are easily led by the opinions of others, are content to let their impressions be shuffled and rearranged and evaluated differently.