Guilt upon the conscience, like rust upon iron, both defiles and consumes it, gnawing and creeping into it, as that does which at last eats out the very heart and substance of the metal.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Iron rusts from disuse; water loses its purity from stagnation... even so does inaction sap the vigor of the mind.
As iron is eaten away by rust, so the envious are consumed by their own passion.
A sword, a spade, and a thought should never be allowed to rust.
Why would heavy metal ever go away?
Conscience. That stuff can drive you nuts.
He has sat on the fence so long that the iron has entered his soul.
Ironing is comfort. It's control. I'm a nutty person who likes to make sure everything is in its place.
The good Lord made us all out of iron. Then he turns up the heat to forge some of us into steel.
O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a little fault!
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.