I've found that luck is quite predictable. If you want more luck, take more chances. Be more active. Show up read more

I've found that luck is quite predictable. If you want more luck, take more chances. Be more active. Show up more often.

O, once in each man's life, at least,
Good luck knocks at his door;
And wit to read more

O, once in each man's life, at least,
Good luck knocks at his door;
And wit to seize the flitting guest
Need never hunger more.
But while the loitering idler waits
Good luck beside his fire,
The bold heart storms at fortune's gates,
And conquers its desire.

Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe.

Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe.

I heard someone tried the monkeys-on-typewriters bit trying for
the plays of W. Shakespeare, but all they got was read more

I heard someone tried the monkeys-on-typewriters bit trying for
the plays of W. Shakespeare, but all they got was the collected
works of Francis Bacon.

Oh a cockroach is better luck than a cricket upon the hearth
for he magnetizes to your home those read more

Oh a cockroach is better luck than a cricket upon the hearth
for he magnetizes to your home those who love every heart.
(typo corrected).

I believe in luck: how else can you explain the success of those you dislike?

I believe in luck: how else can you explain the success of those you dislike?

A farmer travelling with his load
Picked up a horseshoe on the road,
And nailed if fast read more

A farmer travelling with his load
Picked up a horseshoe on the road,
And nailed if fast to his barn door,
That luck might down upon him pour;
That every blessing known in life
Might crown his homestead and his wife,
And never any kind of harm
Descend upon his growing farm.

People always call it luck when you've acted more sensibly than they have.

People always call it luck when you've acted more sensibly than they have.

There's something in't
More than my father's skill, which was the great'st
Of his profession, that his read more

There's something in't
More than my father's skill, which was the great'st
Of his profession, that his good receipt
Shall for my legacy be sanctified
By th' luckiest stars in heaven; and would your honor
But give me leave to thy success, I'd venture
The well-lost life of mine on his grace's cure
By such a day and hour.