Be not arrogant when fortune smiles, or dejected when she frowns.
With wavering steps does fickle fortune stray,
Nowhere she finds a firm and fixed abode;
But now all smiles, and now again all frowns,
She's constant only in inconstancy.
Fortune makes a fool of those she favors too much.
Fortune never seems so blind to any as to those on whom she bestows no favors.
When a man is a favorite of Fortune she never takes him unawares, and, however astonishing her favors may be, she finds him ready.
When you find Fortune favorable, stride boldly forward, for she favors the bold, and being a woman, the young.
Fortune, like a coy mistress, loves to yield her favors, though she makes us wrest them from her.
Fortune pays you sometimes for the intensity of her favors by the shortness of their duration. She soon tires of carrying any one long on her shoulders.
Fortune, that favors fools.
Fortune favors the audacious.
Fortune favors the brave.
Fortune favors the prepared.
He is truly a man who will not permit himself to be unduly elated when fortune's breeze is favorable, or cast down when it is adverse.
This world is run with far too tight a rein for luck to interfere. Fortune sells her wares; she never gives them. In some form or other, we pay for her favors; or we go empty away.