Is there anything very high or very sacred in that discovery?
Having made it, does he feel any consolation in the knowledge that it is the entire truth?
And will the '_gladness of true heroism_' visit him if he proclaims it to everyone in his club?
A chattering nurse betrays his danger to a sick man.

The sick man takes fright and dies.
Was the discovery of the truth of his danger very glorious for the patient?
or was its publication very sacred in the nurse?
Clearly the truths that it is sacred to find out and to publish are not all truths, but truths of a certain kind only.

They are not particular truths like these, but the universal and eternal truths that underlie them.

They are in fact what we call the truths of Nature, and the apprehension of them, or truth as attained by us, means the putting ourselves _en rapport_ with the life of that infinite existence which surrounds and sustains all of us.

Now since it is this kind of truth only that is supposed to be so sacred, it is clear that its sacredness does not depend on itself, but on its object.