I haven't done a marathon for a long time. So we'll see. I will need good luck.

A pound of pluck is worth a ton of luck.

Care and diligence bring luck.

I have a musical called Goodbye and Good Luck, based on a Grace Paley short story. I also have King Island Christmas, and there are 20 different productions of it this year.

Diligence is the mother of good luck.

My dad was very successful running midgets in Texas. Then, his two drivers ran into some bad luck. People started saying that Daddy had lost his touch. That it was the cars and not the drivers. I wanted to race just to prove all those people wrong.

There is much good luck in the world, but it is luck. We are none of us safe. We are children, playing or quarrelling on the line.

What's important is to be able to see yourself, I think, as having commonality with other people and not determine, because of your good luck, that everybody is less significant, less interesting, less important than you are.

The man who is intent on making the most of his opportunities is too busy to bother about luck.

In short, Luck's always to blame.

Luck's always to blame.

Nothing is as obnoxious as other people's luck.

I thought I would reflect here on a theme most scientists enjoy recalling: the part luck played in their accomplishments.

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.

Most of us regard good luck as our right, and bad luck as a betrayal of that right.