Why fever your soul with these things?
To no use you mortals wax earnest.

No thanks, but curses, will you get for your earnestness.
You yourself you harm most.

Why not take creeds as they come?
It is not so hard to be persuaded; never mind about believing." "True, my lord; not very hard; no act is required; only passiveness.
Stand still and receive.

Faith is to the thoughtless, doubts to the thinker." "Then, why think at all?
Is it not better for you mortals to clutch error as in a vice, than have your fingers meet in your hand?
And to what end your eternal inquisitions?
You have nothing to substitute.
You say all is a lie; then out with the truth.

Philosopher, your devil is but a foolish one, after all.