The printing-press is either the greatest blessing or the greatest curse of modern times, one sometimes forgets which.

Things evidently false are not only printed, but many things of truth most falsely set forth.

Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print; A Book's a Book, altho' there's nothing in't.

Great editors do not discover nor produce great authors; great authors create and produce great publishers.

What are the publications that succeed? Those that pretend to teach the public that the persons they have been accustomed unwittingly to look up to as the lights of the earth are no better than themselves.

A presentation copy, reader,-if haply you are yet innocent of such favours-is a copy of a book which does not sell, sent you by the author.

Since the discovery of printing, knowledge has been called to power, and power has been used to make knowledge a slave.

The job of editor in a publishing house is the dullest, hardest, most exciting, exasperating and rewarding of perhaps any job in the world.

What we publishers think is that our function is to bring everything out into the open, on the theory that we have an adult population that knows values, or can learn them, and let them decide.

Printing links the present with forever. It carries personal identity into realms unknown.