All that destroys life and innocence is my enemy. All that unmakes, all that reduces into nothingness or annihilates and obliterates, is my foe and my slayer. All that negates existence or smothers the life forces of man and nature, is my eternal adversary and my everlasting opponent.
If you are a maker, if you shape things out of formlessness willing them to take shape, imagining them into being, slaving to bring them to life, you come to realize that that which is made by the collective efforts of millions of people over thousands of years is sacred and is flesh of our flesh, and you come to recognize too that the ancient stones are not only tourist attractions, but like our bones, they are embedded in the very structure and texture of our lives. I tell you my friends that each time a monument burns and is desecrated by the jackals, that each time a manuscript is consumed by the flames or an intricately designed lofty dome collapses under the impact of shelling and bombardment, I feel diminished, I feel that part of my continent and your continent is gone for ever.