The first is the hardest

     "A noble emotion," said Psmith courteously. "When did you feel it coming on?"

    "I've been in love with her for months. But she won't look at me."

    "That, of course," agreed Psmith, "must be a disadvantage. Yes, I should imagine that that would stick the gaff into the course of true love to no small extent."

    "I mean, won't take me seriously, and all that. Laughs at me, don't you know, when I propose. What would you do?"

    "I should stop proposing," said Psmith, having given the matter thought.

    "But I can't."

    "Tut, tut!" said Psmith severely. "And, in case the expression is new to you, what I mean is 'Pooh, pooh!' Just say to yourself, 'From now on I will not start proposing until after lunch.' That done it will be an easy step to do no proposing during the afternoon. And by degrees you will find that you can give it up altogether. Once you have conquered the impulse for the after-breakat proposal, the rest will be easy. The first ne of the day is always the hardest to drop."

(from Leave It To Psmith, by Sir Pelham Wodehoue)