A great man's greatest good luck is to die at the right time.
Care and diligence bring luck.
“Victory awaits him who has everything in order - luck, people call it”
My luck is getting worse and worse. Last night, for instance, I was mugged by a quaker.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
There are many events in the womb of time, which will be delivered.
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
To die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.
Henceforth I ask not good fortune. I myself am good fortune.
Diligence is the mother of good luck.