(~) The Mirror

One day a rich man of a miserly disposition visited a rabbi, who took him by the hand and led him to a window. "Look out there," he said. The rich man looked out into the street. "What do you see," asked the rabbi?

"I see men, and women and little children," he replied.

Again the rabbi grabbed his hand and took him to a mirror. "What do you see now?"

"I see myself," the rich man replied.

"Behold, the window there is glass and the mirror is glass also.But the glass of the mirror is covered with silver. No sooner is silver added than you cease to see others and see only yourself."