The good Lord made us all out of iron. Then he turns up the heat to forge some of us into steel.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Now comes the reign of iron.
We too could wrest iron from the bowels of the earth and fashion it into ships and machines.
Iron sharpens iron, and that's one man getting another guy ready to play.
I don't iron anything. Never have and never will.
Ironing is a great diversion from the reality you don't want to face.
For I mean to roam and think and make great irons red-hot.
You gotta strike while the iron's hot.
I was a fighting machine with a will of iron.
Iron till it be thoroughly heated is incapable to be wrought; so God sees good to cast some men into the furnace of affliction, and then beats them on his anvil into what frame he pleases.
He has sat on the fence so long that the iron has entered his soul.