“Any leader has to have a certain amount of steel in them, so I am not that put out being called the Iron Lady.”

Global warming provides a marvelous excuse for global socialism.

Give me six men and true, and I will get policies through.

You may have to fight a battle more than once to win it.

Feminists hate me, don’t they? And I don’t blame them. For I hate feminism. It is poison.

Well, there’s a lot to react against!

It used to be about trying to do something. Now it’s about trying to be someone.

A week is a long time in politics.

Socialists are happy until they run out of other people’s money.

It pays to know the enemy – not least because at some time you may have the opportunity to turn him into a friend.

Being powerful is like being a lady. If you have to tell people you are, you aren’t.

It’s a funny old world.

I usually make up my mind about a man in ten seconds, and I very rarely change it.

Being Prime Minister is a lonely job. In a sense, it ought to be: you cannot lead from the crowd.

Freedom will destroy itself if it is not exercised within some sort of moral framework, somebody of shared beliefs, some spiritual heritage transmitted through the Church, the family, and the school.

I wasn’t lucky, I deserved it.

Of course, it’s the same old story. Truth usually is the same old story.