"My dear Miss Gibbens,
It seems almost a crime to startle your unconsciousness in the manner in which I am about to do; but seven weeks of insomnia outweigh many scruples, and reflecting on the matter as conscientiously as I can, it seems as if this premature declaration were fraught with less evil than any of the other courses possible to me now.
To state abruptly the whole matter: I am in love, und zwar [it's true] ( -- forgive me --) with Yourself."
s/ William James
From: William James: In the Maelstrom of American Modernism, Robert D. Richardson, p. 171.
Great book.
William James flip-flopped so much, his wife-to-be gave him a compass some months before he proposed.
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