You've had your life; you've lived it where you wanted to live it.

I haven't, and I'm trying to find out where my duty and my labour lies.

It is Art; no doubt.

I don't know for sure." "Good God!" broke in the old man.

"You don't know for sure--you're twenty-five years old, and you don't know where you're going!" "Yes, I know where I'm going--to Heaven by and by!" This was his satirical reply.
"Oh, fasten down; get hold of something that matters.