Of all the things that man, pushed by his vital instinct, builds and constructs, nothing is more beautiful and more precious to me than bridges. Bridges are more important than houses, more sacred because they are more useful than temples.[...]
In this way, anywhere in the world, in any place, where my thought wanders and stops, it finds faithful and industrious bridges, as the eternal and never-satisfied desire of man to bond, reconcile and unite [...]
And finally, everything which this life, our life, expresses - thoughts, efforts, looks, smiles, words, sighs - everything is directed towards the other side, as if towards one half of a whole, and only with this it acquires its real sense.
Everything leads us to overcoming something, to go beyond something: disorder, death, or the absurd. Because everything is a passage, a bridge whose ends lose themselves in infinity and compared to which the bridges of this world are only children's toys, foggy symbols. While our hope is on that other side.
Ivo Andric, The bridges, in Stories from Bosnia (Roma, 1995, p. 156-157)