The hell with luck. I’ll bring the luck with me.
Luck, you see, brings bitter friends.
It’s better to be lucky than rich.
When the power of Jesus fails you, then you know you truly are s*** out of luck.
When a man had deserved his good luck, it was the part of his neighbours to wish him joy.
There’s good chances and bad chances, and nobody’s luck is pulled only by one string.
Stones are just stones and rain is just rain and misfortune is just bad luck.
Puny man can do nothing at all to help or please God Almighty, and Luck is not the hand of God.
Luck, they say, goes in cycles.
Luck, good or bad is not the hand of God. Luck is the way the wind swirls and the dust settles eons after God has passed by.
Luck is believing you’re lucky.
Luck is a thing that comes in many forms and who can recognize her?