“I want to tell you about your heart— you've probably been neglecting your heart—and you don’t know.”

“I can’t tell you just how wonderful she is. I don’t want you to know. I don’t want any one to know.”

“What was it? Why won't you tell me?""I don't want to break down your illusions.""My dear man, I have no illusions about you.""I mean illusions about yourself.”

“God knows what you've been doing, everything you've been doing. You may fool me, but you can't fool God!”

“Actually that’s my secret — I can’t even talk about you to anybody because I don’t want any more people to know how wonderful you are.”

“In the morning you were never violently sorry-- you made no resolutions, but if you had overdone it and your heart was slightly out of order, you went on the wagon for a few days without saying anything about it, and waited until an accumulation of nervous boredom projected you into another party.”

“He's sensitive and I don't want him to break his heart over somebody who doesn't care about him.”