Labor is the fabled magician's wand, the philosophers stone, and the cap of good fortune.

Fortune love you.

What god do you serve? Inej had asked him. Whichever will grant me good fortune. Fortunate people didn’t end up racing ass over teakettle beneath an ice moat in hostile territory.

When we are treated well, we naturally begin to think that we are not altogether unmeritous, and that it is only just we should treat ourselves well, and not mar our own good fortune.

I've had an awful lot of good fortune.

The less we deserve good fortune, the more we hope for it.