Luck is believing you’re lucky. 

Some folks want their luck buttered.

Luck takes the step that no one sees.

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

Survivors look back and see omens, messages they missed.

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

We do not suffer by accident. 

Good or ill fortune is very little at our disposal.

A self-made man is one who believes in luck and sends his son to Oxford.

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.

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

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

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