Happy, happy Kafka

I've opened "The Great Wall of China" in the aphorisms. What a giddy guy:

To grasp the happiness, that the ground, on which you stand, cannot be larger, than the two feet that cover it.

or,

There is a goal, but no path; what we call path, is hesitation.

or,

There is no having, only being, a being desirous of last breath, of suffocation.

I bet he loved knock-knock jokes.