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

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

Good fortune turns aside destruction by a great god.

Survivors look back and see omens, messages they missed.

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

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

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.

Luck takes the step that no one sees.

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

We do not suffer by accident. 

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

Some folks want their luck buttered.

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