Love is patient, love is kind. It does not boast. It is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices in the truth, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. One day this expert was speaking to a group of business students and, to drive home a point, used an illustration those students will never forget. Then he produced about a dozen fist-sized rocks and carefully placed them, one at a time, into the jar. He reached under the table and pulled out a bucket of gravel.