The Daily Express is a bloody awful newspaper full of lies, scandal and imagination. It is a vicious newspaper.
I hate newspapermen. They come into camp and pick up their camp rumors and print them as facts. I regard them as spies, which, in truth, they are. If I killed them all there would be news from Hell before breakfast.
The volume of mail that comes in to a magazine or a newspaper or a radio station is no index of anything, except that you happen to attract a lot of idiots, because most people that write letters to newspapers are fools. Intelligent people seldom do it – they do it sometimes, but not often. […]
Let me make the newspapers, and I care not what is preached in the pulpit or what is enacted in Congress.
Newspaper correspondents with an army, as a rule, are mischievous. They are the world’s gossips, pick up and retail the camp scandal, and gradually drift to the headquarters of some general, who finds it easier to make reputation at home than with his own corps or division. They are also tempted to prophesy events and […]
A good newspaper, I suppose, is a nation talking to itself.
The most effective means of ensuring the government’s accountability to the people is an aggressive, free, challenging, untrusting press.
I don’t believe what the papers are saying They’re just out to capture my dime, Exaggerating this, exaggerating that.
Another weapon I discovered early was the power of the printed word to sway souls to me. The newspaper was soon my gun, my flag – a thing with a soul that could mirror my own.
Put it before them briefly so they will read it, clearly so they will appreciate it, picturesquely so they will remember it and, above all, accurately so they will be guided by its light.