I felt terror posing questions to Rav Elyashiv doing so only twice in the 9 years I was in his shiur
In a cab with Rav Shlomo Zalman Auerbach & Rav Elayshiv discussing if/when to say tefillas haderech
Rav Elyashiv favored books about gedolim with 2 caveats: accuracy; and no distasteful elements
Humility often confused with low self-esteem, truly means that a person realizes his true worth
If we are certain that God is on our side, we can easily become arrogant and even cruel
Reb Shlomo Zalman could not endure honorifics applied to him because of his enormous humility
Though braggarts come across as conceited, their boasting often reflects a low sense of self-regard
A humble person who achieves a position of prominence will utilize the standing to benefit others.
“he’s my rabbi” the Black painter said with pride, pulling out a photo of the Rebbe from his wallet
Nothing is more effective to diminish envy than gratitude.
The enormity of Hiram’s accomplishments crazed him and deluded him into self-deification.
Thinking about how much we can do in comparison to what we have done serves as a corrective against pride and arrogance.
Separating fun from happiness can liberate, regarding (a) time, (b) money and (c) jealousy.
People expectantly go through their lives awaiting the event that will make them happy.
If you expect more, you will be less grateful; if you expect less, you will be more grateful.
So goes the story about a man in the silly town of Chelm who visited a public bathhouse and found himself in a terrible predicament. Without the distinction of clothing, everyone looked alike. “Among all these men who look alike,” he said to himself, “how will I ever know which one is me?” He solved his dilemma by tying a red string around his big toe.
In the campaign to rob a consumer of any sense of contentedness, which translates into sales, strategy is often focused on confusing need with want and the illusion of being dissatisfied.
“I never said I have nothing to complain about,” she intoned with an expression that belied her age. “I just don’t see the wisdom of protesting. I am fine and I am being adequately nourished.” And with that she went back to her cereal.
One of the ancillary axioms of cornflake fights is that they can never be contained between just two warring parties.
After having written this column for so many years, and covering so many topics, I am (finally) bowing to the numerous requests to write about our blessed family. More specifically, I shall commit to paper everyone’s favorite routine: the scene at our breakfast table.