Søren Kierkegaard,
Selections from the writings of Kierkegaard…
(1923)
“ Well, make trial of it: let the swain, when his beloved one sinks rapturously on his breast, whispering unintelligibly: "thine forever," and hides her head on his bosom — let him but say to her: "My sweet Kitty, your coiffure is not at all in fashion." — Possibly, men don't give thought to this; but he who knows it, and has the reputation of knowing it, he is the most dangerous man in the kingdom. What blissful hours the lover passes with his sweetheart before marriage I do not know; but of the blissful hours she spends in my shop he hasn't the slightest inkling, either. ”
