To Live Is To Be Slowly Born.

A Rock Pile Ceases To Be A Rock Pile The Moment A Single Man Contemplates It, Bearing Within Him The Image Of A Cathedral.

Living Is Being Born Slowly. It Would Be A Little Too Easy If We Could Borrow Ready-made Souls.

For, To Conceited Men, All Other Men Are Admirers.

It Is Always In The Midst, In The Epicenter, Of Your Troubles That You Find Serenity.

We Understand … That What Constitutes The Dignity Of A Craft Is That It Creates A Fellowship, That It Binds Men Together And Fashions For Them A Common Language.