Unproductive!… Coffins, lead weights, sepulchral stones,
Bones even, industry will know how to use them well!
How our hands tear up the annals of the past!
Progress comes, these walls prevent it from passing:
Roll down, ancient bridges! Down, feudal towers!
We need debris to raise ourselves up,
We shall think ourselves greater in size and in thought
When nothing will rise higher than our sandals. […]