A lucky man is rarer than a white crow.
A pound of pluck is worth a ton of luck.
All of us have bad luck and good luck. The man who persists through the bad luck — who keeps right on going — is the man who is there when the good luck comes — and is ready to receive it.
Although men flatter themselves with their great actions, they are not so often the result of a great design as of chance.
Better an ounce of luck than a pound of gold.
Chance corrects us of many faults that reason would not know how to correct.
Chance does not speak essentially through words nor can it be seen in their convolution. It is the eruption of language, its sudden appearance. It's not a night twinkle with stars, an illuminated sleep, nor a drowsy vigil. It is the very edge of consciousness.
Chance is the one thing you can't buy. You have to pay for it and you have to pay for it with your life, spending a lot of time, you pay for it with time, not the wasting of time but the spending of time.
Depend on the rabbit's foot if you will, but remember it didn't work for the rabbit.
Don't you know by now, luck don't lead to anything or why you keep on moving
Fortune cannot be flattered by such fetish worship. But she can be wooed and won by hard work.
Fortune's a right whore. If she give ought, she deals it in small parcels, that she may take away all at one swoop.
Good luck beats early rising.
Good luck is a lazy man's estimate of a worker's success.
Good luck is the willing handmaid of a upright and energetic character, and conscientious observance of duty.
Good luck needs no explanation.
I am a great believer in luck and the harder I work the more of it I have.
I believe in luck. The harder I work the luckier I get.
I find that the harder I work, the more luck I seem to have.
I think luck is the sense to recognize an opportunity and the ability to take advantage of it. The man who can smile at his breaks and grab his chances gets on.