"How could a butcher be compared to someone who utilized every moment to learn Torah?”

 “If he can give the money to someone who will use it better than we do, let him give it to someone else”

Sack on his back, forbidden to taste hot food even once during the three years of exile, Reb Meir set off into the unknown

“I can’t even begin to explain to you what it will mean to me if someone has stolen that money”

It was a rainy evening when Reb Meir’s wife, Blima, found Freida

They laughed and congratulated themselves on a good “find” as they marched away, leaving me alone and wounded

Leibel could only look at the man and nod once with a teary smile

Tzedakah  saves from death — but what if one was not giving tzedakah?

The widow’s eyes flashed, and she drew herself up to her full height. She stood there, seething in anger and hurt

“It’s too much to ask me to feel privileged that our lives are constantly being interrupted by people looking for handouts, Father!”

“Zusha, what’s going to be with my father’s vodka? If you drink it all up there’ll be nothing left for the rest of the winter!”