In that daily effort in which intelligence and passion mingle and delight each other, the absurd man discovers a discipline that will make up the greatest of his strengths.
There’s no merit in discipline under ideal circumstances. I’ll have it in the face of death, or it’s useless.
The right discipline consists, not in external compulsion, but in habits of mind which lead spontaneously to desirable rather than undesirable activities.
Discipline and indiscipline are the twin children of Authority.
All moral discipline, all moral perfection derived from the soul of literature.