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More vividly than ever before, he realized that art has two constant, two unending concerns: it always meditates on death and thus always creates life.

(At his mother's grave) He raised his head and from his vantage point absently glanced about the bare autumn landscape and the domes of the monastery. His snub-nosed face became contorted and he stretched out his neck. If a wolf cub had done this, everyone would have thought that it was about to howl. The boy covered his face with his hands and burst into sobs.