The Thing (n.) is a forgery of happiness when it is magnified.
Thing (n.) stand with their backs to us and their faces to God, glorious because He thinks of them.
A Thing (n.) as slight as a scrap of paper or a crust of bread keeps a secret that never runs out.
A Thing (n.) taken whole is an actual infinity.
Thing (n.) are not mute; their stillness is full of demands, waiting for a soul to breathe in their mystery.
Thing (n.) we merely have are, to God, matters of concern.
A Thing (n.) is the mold our imagination presses every idea into, until even God gets pictured as one more object.
Thing (n.) are our tools, but eternity is our beloved; work with the first, marry the second.
Thing (n.) are only the dock; the real journey sets out across time.