“Do you believe in luck, Ludlow?" I had thought about this more than once in my life. "I believe some poeple are luckier than others."..."Which do you believe in, luck or Destiny?" Joe considered a moment befoe replying, "We make our own luck, Ludlow, by our actions and our state of mind. As such you control your own fate. Oney one thing is certain: None of us can escape the grave.”

“I think we make our own luck. Our parents give us life, but what we do with that life is our own responsibility.”

“I believe in god. I also believe that you should never ask god to make your dreams come true. You have to work for your dreams. And dream actually, with all your mind body and soul. I don’t believe luck is when a super power grants us what we wished for. Luck is when preparation meets opportunity. So we need to be prepared all the time. Our dream awaits us. It’s already on its way. We just need to be prepared when it gets to us.”

“Our life is composed of events and states of mind. How ewe appraise our life from our deathbed will be predicated not only on what came to us in life but how we lived with it. It will not be simply illness or health, riches or poverty, good luck or bad, which ultimately define whether we believe we have had a good life or not, but the quality of our relationship to these situations: the attitudes of our states of mind. (34)”

“Believers are achievers, therefore believe and achieve!• Believe that you are responsible for your own accomplishments God deposited in you!• Believe that success is not luck; it is the result a deliberate effort to do a hard work!• Believe that prayer works through faith and action!• Believe that great people took great steps. Weak people took weak steps!• Believe that you can do all things through Christ who strengthens you!”

“Just my luck, if I believed in luck. I only believe in the opposite of luck, whatever that is.”

“Even if you cannot forgive yourself, and by some poor luck you cannot forgive anyone else either, and there is no vengeance to be had in this baneful world that is slowly suffocating on its own past, there might still be a paradox of goodness”