Our task is to puddle out the impurities so that the true iron can be strong enough to hold our civilization up forever.
I have been a puddler of iron and I would be a puddler of men.

Out of the best part of the iron I helped build a stronger world.

Out of the best part of man's metal let us build a better society.
I have no new cure for the ills of humanity.
Life is a struggle, and rest is in the grave.
All nature is in commotion; there is wind and rain; and out of it comes seed harvest.

The waters of the sea are poured in thunder wrack upon the hills and run in rivers back into the sea.

The winds make weather, and weather profits man.