Though I speak with the tongue of men and angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.
Love never fails.
For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I am known.