All good fortune is a gift of the gods, and you don't win the favor of the ancient gods by being good, but by being bold.

All good fortune is a gift of the gods, and. . . you don't win the favor of the ancient gods by being good, but by being bold.

Fortune love you.

Fortune befriends the bold.

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.