Arthur Brisbane
Arthur Brisbane was born in Buffalo in 1864, a year that placed his origins in the middle of the nineteenth century and in a city that was part of the broader landscape of the United States. He was a citizen of that country throughout his life, and the work he would go on to do unfolded entirely within the American context, conducted in the English language.
His career took shape across several distinct but related roles within American print journalism. Brisbane worked as a journalist, contributing to the daily work of news and commentary, and he also served as an editor and editor-in-chief, positions that carried responsibility for the direction of published work. Alongside these editorial roles, he functioned as a publisher, and he wrote as an editorial columnist — a form that gave him a recurring, defined space within the newspaper page for commentary and opinion in English.
The range of his professional identities — journalist, editor, editor-in-chief, publisher, editorial columnist — marks a career that moved through multiple functions within American newspaper work. Each of these roles is distinct in its demands and its relationship to the finished publication, and Brisbane held all of them at various points across his working life. His standing as an American newspaper editor is the clearest single characterization the record supports, though the fuller picture is one of a man engaged with print journalism from several angles at once.
Brisbane died on December 25, 1936, in New York City. He had been born in Buffalo in 1864 and died in New York more than seven decades later, his life spanning a long stretch of American history. The date of his death — Christmas Day — and the place, New York City, are the last fixed coordinates of a life given over to journalism in its various forms.
Quotes by Arthur Brisbane

Every minute that you save by making it useful, more profitable, is so much added to your life and its possibilities. Every minute lost is a neglected by-product – once gone, you will never get it back.

If you don’t hit a newspaper reader between the eyes with your first sentence, there is no need of writing a second one.

Among the aimless, unsuccessful or worthless, you often hear talk about ‘killing time.’ The man who is always killing time is really killing his own chances in life. While the man who is destined to success is the man who makes time live by making it useful.

The fence around a cemetery is foolish, for those inside can’t come out and those outside don’t want to get in.

The fence around a cemetery is foolish, for those inside can't get out and those outside don't want to get in.

Whatever good there is in small boys is usually based upon their admiration for girls of their own age

A good friend can tell you what is the matter with you in a minute. He may not seem such a good friend after telling.

Opportunity comes like a snail, and once it has passed you it changes into a fleet rabbit and is gone.

Get away from the crowd when you can. Keep yourself to yourself, if only for a few hours daily.
