But it is just I who feel my depth much too often and much too strongly to be able to be even only half-way satisfied

But it is just I who feel my depth much too often and much too strongly to be able to be even only half-way satisfied. And this depth I need but feel uninterruptedly for a quarter of an hour and the poisonous world flows into my mouth like water into that of a drowning man.

Franz Kafka, The Diaries of Franz Kafka: 1910-1923