Literature is an inquiry into the deepest yearnings of the human spirit.
Our yearnings are homesicknesses for heaven; our sighings are for God, just as children that cry themselves asleep away from home, and sob in their slumber, know not that they sob for their parents. The soul's inarticulate moanings are the affections yearning for the Infinite, and having no one to tell them what it is that ails them.
Gradually as you become curator of your own contentment, you will learn to embrace the gentle yearnings of your heart.
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