Perhaps if all the peoples of the world understand what war really means, we would eliminate it.
Walter CronkiteRead
I'm a liberal, but I'm not biased. Seriously.
Interpretation
The quote expresses a commitment to liberal values while emphasizing the importance of objectivity and fairness in perspective.
Walter Cronkite, a revered journalist, asserts that one can hold liberal beliefs without allowing those beliefs to cloud one's judgment. The statement serves as a reminder that personal ideologies should not interfere with the pursuit of truth and unbiased reporting, highlighting the principle that integrity in journalism is essential regardless of oneβs political stance.
In practice
In a debate about media biases, you might use this quote to illustrate the importance of maintaining objectivity.
Perhaps if all the peoples of the world understand what war really means, we would eliminate it.
The death of Churchill at 90 was one of those watershed moments in which the obituary rises to a special calling beyond the sharing of remembered times. It gave an older generation a rare opportunity to explain something of itself to its children.
I suppose popularity is measured by ratings. If a broadcaster is known as the leader because of ratings, then that's where people most want to be seen and heard, so there's no question that there's an advantage.
Objective journalism and an opinion column are about as similar as the Bible and Playboy magazine.
I feel no compulsion to be a pundit. As a matter of fact, I really don't have that much to say about most things. Working with hard news satisfies me completely.
I think that our comfort is in our history.
When the virus of restlessness begins to take possession of a wayward man, and the road away from Here seems broad and straight and sweet, the victim must first find himself a good and sufficient reason for going.
Those who came to the United States didn't realize they were white until they got here. They were told they were white. They had to learn they were white. An Irish peasant coming from British imperial abuse in Ireland during the potato famine in the 1840s, arrives in the United States. You ask him or her what they are. They say, "I am Irish." No, you're white. "What do you mean, I am white?" And they point me out. "Oh, I see what you mean. This is a strange land."
In our own hearts, we mold the whole world's hereafters; and in our own hearts we fashion our own gods.
The universe... is a machine for the making of gods.
There is no captive in a worse state than the one who is captivated by his worst enemy (Shaytan) and there is no prison which is tighter than the prison of hawa (desire) and there is no bond/fetter more strong than the bond of desire. How, then, will a heart which is captivated, imprisoned and fettered travel unto Allah and the Home of the Hereafter?
What is the right of the huntsman to the forest of a thousand miles over which he has accidentally ranged in quest of prey? Shall the fields and vallies, which a beneficent God has formed to teem with the life of innumerable multitudes, be condemned to everlasting barrenness?
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