Fortune resists half-hearted prayers. 

’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.

Good fortune turns aside destruction by a great god.

Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.

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

Some folks want their luck buttered.

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

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

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

Good or ill fortune is very little at our disposal.

We do not suffer by accident. 

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