It is a madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because in herself she is nothing, but is ruled by prudence.

Let fortune empty her whole quiver on me. I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more.

Ill fortune seldom comes alone.

I made a fortune getting out too soon

Fortune, now see, now proudly Pluck off thy veil, and view thy triumph; look, Look what thou hast brought this land to!--

Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.