Good night, and good luck.
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.
The fact that your voice is amplified to the degree where it reaches from one end of the country to the other does not confer upon you greater wisdom or understanding than you possessed when your voice reached only from one end of the bar to the other.
We are in the same tent as the clowns and the freaks-that’s show business.
Don’t be deluded into believing that the titular heads of the networks control what appears on their networks. They all have better taste.
Speaking of Sir Winston Churchill: He mobilized the English language and sent it into battle.
I am frightened by the imbalance, the constant striving to reach the largest possible audience for everything; by the absence of a sustained study of the state of the nation.
It appeared that most of the men and boys had died of starvation; they had not been executed. But the manner of death seemed unimportant. Murder had been done at Buchenwald. God alone knows how many men and boys have died there during the last twelve years.
The only thing that counts is the right to know, to speak, to think – that, and the sanctity of the courts. Otherwise it’s not America.
We are to a large extent an imitative society.
In order to progress, radio need only go backward, to the time when singing commercials were not allowed on news reports, when there was no middle commercial on a news report, when radio was rather proud, alert and fast.
All babies look like Winston Churchill.
All I can hope to teach my son is to tell the truth and fear no man.
Seldom, if ever, has a war ended leaving the victors with such a sense of uncertainty and fear, with such a realization that the future is obscure and that survival is not assured.
A reporter is always concerned with tomorrow. There’s nothing tangible of yesterday. All I can say I’ve done is agitate the air ten or fifteen minutes and then boom – it’s gone.
I am entirely persuaded that the American public is more reasonable, restrained and mature than most of the broadcast industry’s planners believe. Their fear of controversy is not warranted by the evidence.
If we were to do the Second Coming of Christ in color for a full hour, there would be a considerable number of stations which would decline to carry it on the grounds that a Western or a quiz show would be more profitable.
Fame is morally neutral.