Tevye the Dairyman
A stroke of good luck doesn't take brains or ability. But should it be the other way around—God forbid, you can talk until you are blue in the face, and it will do as much good as last winter's snow. (2.1)
Oh what a numbskull I was, I thought. I always was a pauper and I would always remain a pauper. God had arranged this encounter, something that happens maybe once in a hundred years—and I didn't settle on a price beforehand. What was I going to get out of it? I was acting according to fairness, decency, righteousness, and law, according to edict, and according to anything I could think of under the sun. But even so, what would have been the harm in earning a little something while I was at it? (2.41)
"If he thinks he's buying our milk cow, he might as well take a stick and knock that idea out of his head. […] It's a shame to sell her to be slaughtered, a pity on a living creature. It is written in the sacred Torah—"
"Oh, enough with the Torah, Tevye! Everybody knows you're a man of the Torah. Listen to me, your wife." (4.6-8)