Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I like sounding brass or as the bell tine.
And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.
If I give all I possess to the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient and is kind; love is not envious; love does not trifle with, is not puffed up.
Does not behave itself unseemly, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil;
Does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth;
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails; but whether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there is knowledge, it will disappear;
Because in part we know, and we prophesy in part;
But when that which is perfect, then that which is in part shall be done away.
When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.
For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face; Now I know in part, but then shall I know even as I am known.
Now abideth faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13: 1-13