The Architecture is truly the greatest of the arts, because most of the time it is anonymous, as all greatness. The world had many famous buildings, but few renowned builders, which was as it should be, since no one man had ever created anything of importance in architecture, or elsewhere, for that matter. The few whose name had lived were really impostors, expropriating the glory of the people as other expropriated its wealth. When we gaze at the magnificence of an ancient monument and ascribe its achievement to one man, we are guilty of spiritual embezzlement. We forget the army of craftsmen, unknown and unsung, who preceded in the darkness of the ages, who toiled humbly, each contributing his small share to the common treasure of its time. A great building is not the private invention of some genius or other. It is merely a condensation of the spirit of people.