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.

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

Good or ill fortune is very little at our disposal.

Some folks want their luck buttered.

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

There are two times in a man’s life when he should not speculate: when he can’t afford it, and when he can.

We do not suffer by accident. 

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

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

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

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

Luck takes the step that no one sees.

Luck is believing you’re lucky.