Midrash

“Just as your union began with feasting, let your parting of ways be similarly celebrated.”

Rav Anan had unwittingly caused an unjust verdict.

One Yom Kippur, Avner sent guards to the synagogue, ordering the Ramban to appear before him. In his palace, before the eyes of his former teacher and master, Avner slaughtered a pig, roasted it and ate it on this holiest of fast days.

The students broke into tears. Looking up, they noticed that Rabbi Akiva was laughing.

“One of us is a thief! My lord, I’d like for you to have each of us swear that he didn’t steal the money. That way we’ll find out which of us is the thief!”

“You will plant and won’t harvest; you will bring in and won’t bring out; you will bring out and won’t bring in . . .”

He left the city and went to pray in a cave. Soon he saw a hand stretch out and offer him a pearl.

Every Friday, before Shabbat, she would throw a burning coal into the oven, so that smoke would drift out of her chimney . . .

It’s like a man who has two wives, one old and one young . . .

"Old man! Old man! Are you drunk? Are you rich from lending money on interest? Or are you a swine farmer?”