There were cases where people have cast away all their possessions and thus saved themselves." "That wasn't in my time.

Not people that are near to me!" said Mayakin, sternly, "or else I would have shown them how to go away!" "Many have become saints when they went away." "Mm! They couldn't have gone away from me! The matter is simple--you know how to play at draughts, don't you?
Move from one place to another until you are beaten, and if you're not beaten then you have the queen.
Then all ways are open to you.

Do you understand?
And why am I talking to you seriously?
Psha!" "Papa! why don't you want it ?" exclaimed Foma, angrily.
"Listen to me! If you are a chimney-sweep, go, carrion, on the roof! If you are a fireman, stand on the watch-tower! And each and every sort of men must have its own mode of life.

Calves cannot roar like bears! If you live your own life; go on, live it! And don't talk nonsense, and don't creep where you don't belong.

Arrange your life after your pattern." And from the dark lips of the old man gushed forth in a trembling, glittering stream the jarring, but confident and bold words so familiar to Foma.