“Ay me! what perils do environ
The man that meddles with cold iron!”

“Let the gossip roll!
What to me are Hamlet's garters,
or the whirlwind of Salome's dance,
or the tread of the Man in the Iron Mask?
I am more iron than they.”

“Twixt devil and deep sea, man hacks his caves;
Birth, death; one, many; what is true, and seems;
Earth's vast hot iron, cold space's empty waves.”

“Ay, do despise me! I'm the prouder for it; I like to be despised.”

“Don't cross me Scooby-Doo. I'm not an old man in a mask waiting to be thwarted by you meddling kids.”

“… if gold rust, what then will iron do?/ For if a priest be foul in whom we trust/ No wonder that a common man should rust….”

“Ironic, isn't it, what religion does to people?"
"I guess it's more ironic what people do to religion.”

“If gold rusts, what then can iron do?”

“What a man needs in gardening is a cast-iron back,—with a hinge in it.”

“What does matter is this: the Russians successfully meddled in our democracy, and our intelligence agencies have concluded that they will do so again.”