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

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

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.

Some folks want their luck buttered.

Survivors look back and see omens, messages they missed.

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

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

Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.

We do not suffer by accident. 

Luck is believing you’re lucky. 

Good or ill fortune is very little at our disposal.

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

One should always play fairly when one has the winning cards.