To the soldier, luck is merely another word for skill.

A clock struck out the hour of twelve, and the bird in the hedgerow was still singing as we marched out to the roadway, and followed our merry pipers home to town.

Every battalion has its marching songs.

I am one of the million or more male residents of the United Kingdom, who a year ago had no special yearning towards military life, but who joined the army after war was declared.

The soldiers' last meal is generally served out about five o'clock in the afternoon, sometimes earlier; and a stretch of fourteen hours intervenes between then and breakfast.

Few men could explain why they enlisted, and if they attempted they might only prove that they had done as a politician said the electorate does, the right thing from the wrong motive.

Save for minor ailments and accident, my battalion is practically immune from sickness; colds come and go as a matter of course, sprains and cuts claim momentary attention, but otherwise the health of the battalion is perfect.

Marching thus at night, a battalion is doubly impressive. The silent monster is full of restrained power; resolute in its onward sweep, impervious to danger, it looks a menacing engine of destruction, steady to its goal, and certain of its mission.

There comes a moment on a journey when something sweet, something irresistible and charming as wine raised to thirsty lips, wells up in the traveller's being.

To the soldier, luck is merely another word for skill.

Even the distribution of rations leaves much to be desired; the fatigue party, well-intentioned and sympathetic though it be, often finds itself short of provisions.

Divisional exercise is a great game of make-believe.

Luck is everything... My good luck in life was to be a really frightened person. I'm fortunate to be a coward, to have a low threshold of fear, because a hero couldn't make a good suspense film.

I still have horrible luck with girls.

How is it the great pieces of good luck fall to us?

With a little bit of luck, you'll never work!

The greatest luck that I've had has been the ability to find men and women who came into my administration who worked with me and brought extraordinary talents that we were able to take full advantage of.

So, it takes a lot of chance and luck. I mean I was lucky enough to get in the program where people with the same skills never made it to the program. So keep trying.

Be grateful for luck. Pay the thunder no mind - listen to the birds. And don't hate nobody.

Whoever has the luck to be born a character can laugh even at death. Because a character will never die! A man will die, a writer, the instrument of creation: but what he has created will never die!

I feel I'd like to share my luck and my life. Being in love is the best thing in the world.

Success is simply a matter of luck. Ask any failure.

I used to annoy my father by telling him how much I felt luck was with me.

People always call it luck when you've acted more sensibly than they have.

I have a musical called Goodbye and Good Luck, based on a Grace Paley short story. I also have King Island Christmas, and there are 20 different productions of it this year.

English usage is sometimes more than mere taste, judgment and education - sometimes it's sheer luck, like getting across the street.

The deepest thing in any one is the conviction of the bad luck that follows boasting.

Care and diligence bring luck.

So it's probably eighty percent luck and twenty percent skill.

The people have spoken. Their decision is sovereign. We all respect it... I wish good luck to those who will now govern France.

I agree with Sophocles: the greatest luck is not to have been born - but, as the joke goes on, very few people succeed in it.

Luck's always to blame.

I had the luck that my parents educated me in three languages. With my mother I spoke Dutch, with my father Italian, and in the school I learned German. But my host language is Italian.

It was depressing, very depressing. I worried about how I would make a living. I didn't want to stay on the farm. It didn't offer the challenge I wanted and yet, without a college education, I felt that I was really out of luck.

The meeting of preparation with opportunity generates the offspring we call luck.

You gotta try your luck at least once a day, because you could be going around lucky all day and not even know it.

Give luck a chance to happen.

And I always found that the harder I worked, the better my luck was, because I was prepared for that.

Luck, be a lady tonight.

I thought I would reflect here on a theme most scientists enjoy recalling: the part luck played in their accomplishments.

Things happen to you out of luck, and if you get to stick around it's because you're talented.

So much of life is luck. One day you make a right turn and get hit by a car. Turn left and you meet the love of your life. I think I made the correct turn.

I recognize that I had a good deal of good luck in my life. I came along at a time when it was pretty easy to get a job in journalism. I went to work at CBS News when I was about 22, and within a year or so was reporting on the air.

I worried she might spend an afternoon chatting with me about the sights and then wish me best of luck.

The amount of good luck coming your way depends on your willingness to act.

I've found that luck is quite predictable. If you want more luck, take more chances. Be more active. Show up more often.

Be prepared, work hard, and hope for a little luck. Recognize that the harder you work and the better prepared you are, the more luck you might have.

O, once in each man's life, at least, Good luck knocks at his door; And wit to seize the flitting guest Need never hunger more. But while the loitering idler waits Good luck beside his fire, The bold heart storms at fortune's gates, And conquers its desire.

I say luck is when an opportunity comes along and you're prepared for it.