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

Those who trust to chance must abide by the results of chance.

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

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.

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

Some folks want their luck buttered.

Fortune resists half-hearted prayers. 

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

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.

Luck is believing you’re lucky. 

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

Luck takes the step that no one sees.