Luck is believing you’re lucky. 

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

We do not suffer by accident. 

Nothing is as obnoxious as other people’s luck.

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.

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

Good or ill fortune is very little at our disposal.

Fortune resists half-hearted prayers. 

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

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

Survivors look back and see omens, messages they missed.

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