This is the posture of fortune’s slaves: one foot in the gravy, one foot in the grave.
Fortune’s a right whore. If she give aught, she deals it in small parcels, That she may take away all at one swoop.
It cannot be denied that outward accidents conduce much fortune, but chiefly, the mold of a man’s fortune is in his hands.
The brave man carves out his fortune, and every man is the son of his own works.
He is a good man whom fortune makes better.
There sometimes wants only a stroke of fortune to discover numberless latent good or bad qualities, which would otherwise have been eternally concealed.
If a man look sharply and attentively, he shall see Fortune; for though she is blind, she is not invisible.
Fortune is for all; judgment is theirs who have won it for themselves.
No gain is so certain as that which proceeds for the economical use of what you already have.
Thrift is care and scruple in the spending of one’s means. It is not a virtue and it requires neither skill nor talent.