Life is a big craps game.
The smaller your bet, the more you lose when you win.
Last year people won more than $1 billion playing poker. And casinos made $27 billion just by being around those people.
The urge to gamble is so universal and its practice so pleasurable that I assume it must be evil.
Gambling is the child of avarice, the brother of iniquity, and the father of mischief.
Last night I stayed up late playing poker with Tarot cards. I got a full house and four people died.
The roulette table pays nobody except him that keeps it. Nevertheless, a passion for gambling is common, though a passion for keeping roulette tables is unknown.
Life is a gamble at terrible odds. If it was a bet, you wouldn’t take it.
The bizarre world of cards is a world of pure power politics where rewards and punishments are meted out immediately.
I figure you have the same chance of winning the lottery whether you play or not.