Edward R. Murrow
Edward R. Murrow
Edward R. Murrow KBEwas an American broadcast journalist. He first came to prominence with a series of radio broadcasts for the news division of the Columbia Broadcasting System during World War II, which were followed by millions of listeners in the United States. During the war he assembled a team of foreign correspondents who came to be known as the Murrow Boys...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionRadio Host
Date of Birth25 April 1908
CityGuilford County, NC
CountryUnited States of America
Edward R. Murrow quotes about
People say conversation is a lost art; how often I have wished it were.
If none of us ever read a book that was "dangerous," had a friend who was "different," or joined an organization that advocated "change," we would all be the kind of people Joe McCarthy wants.
All babies look like Winston Churchill.
All I can hope to teach my son is to tell the truth and fear no man.
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.
Speaking of Sir Winston Churchill: He mobilized the English language and sent it into battle.
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.
We are to a large extent an imitative society.
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.
Most of them [American politicians] are men of undoubted charm, ability, and incredible energy, and yet too often they lack purpose or appetite for anything beyond their own careers. With few notable exceptions, they are simply men who want to be loved.
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.
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.
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 thing of orchestrated hell-a terrible symphony of light and flame.