Anna Karenina

''Suddenly, in the midst of his toil, without understanding what it was or whence it came, he felt a pleasant sensation of chill on his hot, moist shoulders. He glanced at the sky in the interval for whetting the scythes. A heavy, lowering storm cloud had blown up, and big raindrops were falling. Some of the peasants went to their coats and put them on; others–just like Levin himself–merely shrugged their shoulders, enjoying the pleasant coolness of it.''

“My principal sin is doubt. I doubt everything, and am in doubt most of the time.”