The Nice Chapter
If I speak in the tongues of men and angels, but have not nice, I am a sounding gong, a tinkling cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom the deepest mysteries and all knowledge, and have faith that can move mountains, but lack nice, I am nothing. If I give everything I have to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but lack nice, I gain nothing.
Nice is patient, nice is kind. Nice does not envy, nice does not boast. Nice is not proud. Nice is not rude, nor is it self-seeking. Nice is not easily angered, nor does it keep a record of wrongs. Nice does not delight in evil but rejoices in the truth. Nice always protects, nice always trusts, nice always perseveres.
Nice never fails.
And now these three remain: faith, hope, nice. And the greatest of these is nice.
Where then, is love?
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