If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but I have not love, I am nothing.
Oh beautiful Dreamer, wake to the seeds of Truth and cast them into the beds of Divine Love.
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