Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there’s knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, for when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.