Courage, not cleverness; not even inspiration, is the grain of mustard that grows up to be a great tree. - Ludwig Wittgenstein

...the tendency of all men who ever tried to write or talk Ethics or Religion was to run against the boundaries of language. This running against the walls of our cage is perfectly, absolutely hopeless.

People are religious to the extent that they believe themselves to be not so much imperfect, as ill.
Any man who is half-way decent will think himself extremely imperfect,
but a religious man thinks himself wretched.

There are, indeed, things that cannot be put into words. They make themselves manifest. They are what is mystical.