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

Fortune resists half-hearted prayers. 

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

Luck is believing you’re lucky. 

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.

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

Some folks want their luck buttered.

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

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.

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

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

Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.