The question is when the right moment arrives for us to save our self-respect, our honour, and the esteem and fear (or the contempt) in which the world will hold us.
Berlin has the Napoleonic disease.

If you follow Napoleon's career--his excuses, his evasions, his inventions, the wild French enthusiasm and how he kept it up--you will find an exact parallel.
That becomes plainer every day.

Europe may not be wholly at peace in five years--may be ten.
Hastily and heartily, W.H.P.
I have your note about Willum J....

Crank once, crank always.

My son, never tie up with a crank.
W.H.P.
_To Edward M.House_ London, September 2nd, 1915.
DEAR HOUSE: You write me about pleasing the Allies, the big Ally in particular.
That doesn't particularly appeal to me.