Good fortune is light as a feather, but nobody knows how to hold it up. Misfortune is heavy as the earth, but nobody knows how to stay out of its way.

Luck is believing you’re lucky. 

Survivors look back and see omens, messages they missed.

To hold a throne is luck; to bestow it, virtue.

Nothing is as obnoxious as other people’s luck.

It is weak and silly to say you cannot bear what it is your fate to be required to bear. 

When the abbot throws the dice, the whole convent will play.

Luck takes the step that no one sees.

Luck is not something you can mention in the presence of self-made men.

Those who trust to chance must abide by the results of chance.

’Tis not a ridiculous devotion to say a prayer before a game at tables?

We do not suffer by accident. 

Luck, in the great game of war, is undoubtedly lord of all.