Just because your voice reaches halfway around the world doesn’t mean you are wiser than when it reached only to the end of the bar.
Anyone who isn’t confused really doesn’t understand the situation.
I was greatly influenced by one of my teachers. She had a zeal not so much for perfection as for steady betterment-she demanded not excellence so much as integrity.
Language is one of the greatest gifts man has devised for himself. It ranks, alongside the discovery of fire and the wheel, as a major influence in making modern man what he is today.
Most truths are so naked that people feel sorry for them and cover them up, at least a little bit.
To be credible we must be truthful.
The newest computer can merely compound, at speed, the oldest problem in the relations between human beings, and in the end the communicator will be confronted with the old problem, of what to say and how to say it.
We must not confuse dissent with disloyalty.
The obscure we see eventually. The completely obvious, it seems, takes longer.
Everyone is a prisoner of his own experiences. No one can eliminate prejudices – just recognize them.
Our major obligation is not to mistake slogans for solutions.
A satellite has no conscience.
We’re not descended from fearful men – not from men who feared to write, to speak, to associate, and to defend causes that were, for the moment, unpopular.
It is well to remember that freedom through the press is the thing that comes first. Most of us probably feel we couldn’t be free without newspapers, and that is the real reason we want the newspapers to be free.
Tuberculosis, starvation, fatigue, and there are many who have no desire to live.
It has always seemed to me the real art in this business is not so much moving information or guidance or policy five or 10,000 miles. That is an electronic problem. The real art is to move it the last three feet in face to face conversation.
I would like television to produce some itching pills rather than this endless outpouring of tranquilizers...
Language is the memory of man. Without it he has no past, a paltry present, and an empty future. With it he can bring his dreams to life.
A thing of orchestrated hell-a terrible symphony of light and flame.
We are in the same tent as the clowns and the freaks-that’s show business.