Yet there is a wisdom that we impart when we are with people who have a mature faith, but it is not what this world calls wisdom, nor what the authorities of this world, doomed as they are to pass away, would call so.

Love will never die out. If there is inspired preaching, it will pass away. If there is ecstatic speaking, it will cease. If there is knowledge, it will pass away.

But when perfection comes, what is imperfect will pass away.

and I will probably stay some time with you, or even pass the winter, so that you may start me off for wherever I may be going.