If I speak with the languages of men and of angels, but don’t have love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal.
If I have the gift of prophecy, and know all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but don’t have love, I am nothing.
If I give away all my goods to feed the poor, and if I give my body to be burned, but don’t have love, it profits me nothing.
Love is patient and is kind.
Love doesn’t envy.
Love doesn’t brag, is not proud,