It is so difficult not to become vain about one’s own good luck.

Fortune resists half-hearted prayers. 

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

You never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from.

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.

Nothing is as obnoxious as other people’s luck.

Casting lots causes contentions to cease, and keeps the mighty apart.

Survivors look back and see omens, messages they missed.

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

Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.

To put one’s trust in God is only a longer way of saying that one will chance it.

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

Luck is believing you’re lucky.