Truth (n.) is the possession of the human mind, just as error is the possession of libraries.
Truth (n.) is shown in knowing how to find and value the good in everything.
Truth's (n.) dancing partner is mystery.
Truth (n.) is threatened by nothing more than by old error.
Truth (n.) is a torch but a tremendous one. That is why we hurry past it, shielding our eyes, indeed, in fear of getting burned.
Truth (n.) is a torch, but a huge one, and so it is only with blinking eyes that we all of us try to get past it, in actual terror of being burnt.
Truth (n.) is contrary to our nature, not so error, and this for a very simple reason: truth demands that we should recognize ourselves as limited, error flatters us that, in one way or another, we are unlimited.
Truth (n.) is simplicity. Nothing is true, but that which is simple.