If I speak with human tongues and angelic as well, but do not have love, I am a noisy gong, a clanging symbol. If I have the gift of prophecy and, with full knowledge, comprehend all mysteries, if I have faith great enough to move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. Love is not jealous, it does not put on airs, it is not snobbish. Love does not rejoice in what is wrong but rejoices with the truth. There is no limit to love s forbearance, to its trust, its hope, its power to endure.
Love never fails.
Prophecies will cease, tongues will be silent, knowledge will pass away. Our knowledge is imperfect and our prophesying is imperfect. When the perfect comes, the imperfect will pass away. When I was a child I used to talk like a child, think like a child, reason like a child. When I became a man I put childish ways aside.