Though I speak with the tongues men and of angels and I have not love, I am only like a clanging bell.
And though I might have the gift of prophecy and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I might have all faith so that I could remove mountains, if I have not love, then I am nothing.
And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and sacrifice my body, if I have not love, it profits me nothing,
Love suffers long and is kind, love does not envy; love does not promote itself, is not puffed up. Love never fails.
And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.