Kaiser, is responsible for this war; and it is also gratifying to find
that there are doubts as to his full mental responsibility.

I have had closer associations with the German people than with the
French, and have liked them better as a people: they are so
industrious, efficient, and ambitious in the world's work. I know the
German country better than the country of France or England. I think I
understand something of the over-self-sufficiency of the English, and I
have no prejudice against the Germans, or even their form of
government, which may be better adapted to their needs than a broader
democracy. But of the German modern war-philosophy the world outside
can hold but one opinion. It might have been supported as a purely
tentative or speculative philosophy, but it could have been promoted in
practice only by a crazy ruler. I was not therefore surprised to find
circulated in Paris an article by an American physician which I had
permitted to be published in America at the outbreak of the war,
showing the mental weaknesses and hereditary taints of Germany's war
lord.

I recall him from memory of bygone years, and as I saw him in Berlin
when his grandfather was still on the throne--a young man of about
twenty, returning from the races and dashing through the Tiergarten
holding the reins of six coal-black horses.

I said to myself: "That young man will cut a dash yet." And I still
see, in higher light than before, those six coal-black horses--the
horses of death.

Recently I read pages of his writings, speeches, and declarations, and
there is not for the world an uplifting or new thought within them all.