Chance (n.) is what we blame for the most orderly thing there is: we think our own minds plan in detail, yet suppose the universe drifts along by a nature that does not know what it is doing.
Chance (n.) makes yours what is not really yours; the good that could be given can be taken away.
Chance (n.) holds sway only over chattels — money, person, position — things weak, shifting, prone to perish, and of uncertain tenure.
Chance (n.) must necessarily have great influence over our lives, because we live by chance.
Chance (n.) should be welcomed, the wise man teaches, as if its gifts were divine commands.
Chance (n.) may tear you from your country or your country from you, or may banish you to the desert.