A Canticle for Leibowitz (St. Leibowitz, #1)

by Walter M. Miller Jr.

But neither infinite power nor infinite wisdom could bestow godhood upon men. For that there would have to be infinite love as well.

‘Steel screams when it’s forged, it gasps when it’s quenched. It creaks when it goes under load. I think even steel is scared, son. Take half an hour to think? A drink of water? A drink of wind? Totter off awhile. If it makes you seasick, then prudently vomit. If it makes you terrified, scream. If it makes you anything, pray.

Quid sum miser tunc dicturus? Quem patronum rogaturus, Cum vix justus sit securus?