Relaxation is a physical and moral necessity; animals, even to the simplest and dullest, have their pastimes, their sports, their diversions. The toil-worn artisan, stooping and straining over his daily task, which taxes eye and brain and limb, ought to have opportunity and means for an hour or two of relaxation after that task is concluded.
HORACE GREELEY, attributed, Day's Collacon
My leading idea was the establishment of a journal removed alike from servile partisanship on the one hand and from gagged, mincing neutrality on the other.
HORACE GREELEY, Recollections of a Busy Life
Printer's ink is the great apostle of progress, whose pulpit is the press.
HORACE GREELEY, attributed, Forty Thousand Quotations, Prose and Poetical
Apathy. A sort of living oblivion.
