“Don’t moan, don’t whine, don’t blame. Just get on with it.”

Life is very hard, isn’t it? It does kill you, after all.

Never complain. Never explain.

To live creatively free, do what you know how to do now, then ‘act as if’ you know how to do the rest.

As for me, prizes are nothing. My prize is my work.

If you want to change attitudes, start with a change in behavior.

Wouldn’t it be great if people could get to live suddenly as often as they die suddenly?

If you need a helping hand, you can find one at the end of your arm.

We are taught you must blame your father, your sisters, your brothers, the school, the teachers – but never blame yourself. It’s never your fault. But it’s always your fault, because if you wanted to change you’re the one who has got to change.

What the hell-you might be right, you might be wrong but don’t just avoid.

I have not lived as a woman. I have lived as a man. I’ve just done what I damn well wanted to, and I’ve made enough money to support myself, and ain’t afraid of being alone

Time is the stuff of which life is made.

The time to make up your mind about people is never.

As one goes through life, one learns that if you don’t paddle your own canoe, you don’t move.

Listen to the song of life.

I would have been a terrible mother because I’m basically a very selfish human being. Not that that has stopped most people going off and having children.

I have no romantic feelings about age. Either you are interesting at any age or you are not. There is nothing particularly interesting about being old – or being young, for that matter.

Not by blaming the world, not by shunning the world, but only be loving the world can I have peace of mind.

Do not Blame the world. Find a solution.

Men, when their actions succeed not as they would, are always ready to impute the blame thereof to heaven, so as to excuse their own follies.

I call upon you to draw from the depths of your being – to prove that we are a human race, to prove that our love outweighs our need to hate, that our compassion is more compelling than our need to blame.

What I do now is all my dad’s fault, because he bought me a guitar as a boy, for no apparent reason.

Scapegoating will go on forever. We need someone to blame – illegal immigrants, single moms, people in prison. We need someone to victimize.

When it comes to pinning blame, pin the tail on the donkeys.

It’s your career, your face, your name. You have to be in control because if something gets messed up or something doesn’t look how you want it to, you’re the only one to blame.