A man who never loves gives no hostage to fortune.
Fortune drops something valuable into your lap, you don’t just dump it on the bank of the cut.
Well, I had it all once. Fortune, fame. But nothing satisfied.
I just passed up a fortune because I believe in this company’s future and this prick wants to b**ch about time frames? The time is now. Today. This very f*****g minute.
Accepting a task graciously brings good fortune to all.
Like all fortunes, Shadow: opaque on arrival, inevitable in retrospect.
It’s fortunate to have friends in high places.
A man’s fortune is his own business.