|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|How slight a chance may raise or sink a soul!|
BaileyFestus. A Country Town.
|Perhaps it may turn out a sang,|
Perhaps turn out a sermon.
BurnsEpistle to a Young Friend.
| Le hasard cest peut-être le pseudonyme de Dieu, quand il ne veut pas signer.|
Chance is perhaps the pseudonym of God when He did not want to sign.
Anatole FranceLe Jardin dEpicure. P. 132. Quoted Le hasard, en definitive, cest Dieu.
|I shot an arrow into the air|
It fell to earth I knew not where;
For so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.
LongfellowThe Arrow and the Song.
| Next him high arbiter|
Chance governs all.
MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. II. L. 909.
| Or that power|
Which erring men call chance.
MiltonComus. L. 587.
|Chance is blind and is the sole author of creation.|
J. X. B. SaintinePiccola. Ch. III.
|Ours is no sapling, chance-sown by the fountain,|
Blooming at Beltane, in winter to fade.
ScottHail to the Chief. Lady of the Lake. Canto II. Quoted by Senator Vest in nominating Bland in Chicago.
|Chance will not do the workChance sends the breeze;|
But if the pilot slumber at the helm,
The very wind that wafts us towards the port
May dash us on the shelves.The steersmans part is vigilance,
Blow it or rough or smooth.
ScottFortunes of Nigel. Ch. XXII.
|I shall show the cinders of my spirits|
Through the ashes of my chance.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 173.
|Against ill chances men are ever merry;|
But heaviness foreruns the good event.
Henry IV. Pt. II. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 82.
|But as the unthought-on accident is guilty|
To what we wildly do, so we profess
Ourselves to be the slaves of chance, and flies
Of every wind that blows.
Winters Tale. Act IV. Sc. 4. L. 549.
| Quam sæpe forte temere eveniunt, quæ non audeas optare!|
How often things occur by mere chance, which we dared not even to hope for.
TerencePhormio. V. 1. 31.
|A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate|
Of mighty monarchs.
ThomsonThe Seasons. Summer. L. 1,285.
| Er spricht Unsinn; für den Vernünftigen|
Menschen giebt es gar keinen Zufall.
He talks nonsense; to a sensible man there is no such thing as chance.
| Chance is a word void of sense; nothing can exist without a cause.|
VoltaireA Philosophical Dictionary.