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

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

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

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

Good fortune turns aside destruction by a great god.

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

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

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

Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.

Luck takes the step that no one sees.

Some folks want their luck buttered.

Survivors look back and see omens, messages they missed.

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