So I suggest we meet again, and because he's terribly nice and apparently unable to say no, he agrees.

He is a friendly jovial fellow.

The rabbi, Dov Kofman, an affable man who walks with a cane, says when the ceremony is over: "I love Israel, my son is now there serving in the army, but this is my fatherland."

For a long time, I thought of compassion as softness, as kindness, and as gentleness.

She is kind, but she is strict with my study.