Station: [75] Corinth

There is a poem of mine If I speak with the tongues of men and angels, but do not have love, I am a booming gong or a noisy rattle.And if I foretell the future and know all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith - to move mountains - but do not have love - I am nothing. And if I give away all my possessions but do not have love - it is of no use to me.Love is not jealous; it does not make itself important. It endures everything. Love never perishes.