Trouble makes you troublesome. But nothing sets you off like good fortune.[to Amalia]
There’s no such thing as bad f***ing luck, not when money’s involved.
Routine is the building block of happiness.
I don’t believe in luck. I don’t. I’m an atheist.
Happiness isn’t my concern. Not now, not ever.
Happiness is death by complacency.
Happiness is a lightning bolt. An exhalation lasts, and then, you fall. And when you touch the sky, the fall is huge.[La felicidad es un relámpago. Dura una exhalación. Después… caes. Y cuando has tocado el cielo, la caída es descomunal.]
Dumb luck only takes you so far.
A man most often makes his own luck.
