“A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.”

“Without madness what is manBut a wholesome beast,Postponed corpse that begets?”

“Religion as madness is a madness springing from irreligiousness.”

“The mad King, the bad King, the sad King. Ring-a-ding-ding, all hail the King!”

“The little poets sing of little things:Hope, cheer, and faith, small queens and puppet kings;Lovers who kissed and then were made as one,And modest flowers waving in the sun.The mighty poets write in blood and tearsAnd agony that, flame-like, bites and sears.They reach their mad blind hands into the night,To plumb abysses dead to human sight;To drag from gulfs where lunacy lies curled,Mad, monstrous nightmare shapes to blast the world. MUSINGS [click on the thumbnail by Jack "King" Kirby]”

“Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things can not be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one's lifetime.”