At that instant he knew that all his doubts, even the impossibility of believing with his reason, of which he was aware in himself, did not in the least hinder his turning to God. All of that now floated out of his soul like dust. To whom was he to turn if not to Him in whose hands he felt himself, his soul, and his love? ✨ Leo Tolstoy (2015). Anna Karenina: Tolstoy's Collections, p.761, 谷月瀾

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