“A prowde hert in a beggers brest,
A fowle visage with gay temples of atyre,
Horrible othes with an holy prist,
A justice of juges to selle and lete to hyre,
A knave to comande and have an empire,
To yeve a jugement of that never was wrought,
To preche of pees and sette eche man on fyre,
It may wele ryme but it accordith nought.”

“No Man is so much a Fool as not to have Wit enough sometimes to be a Knave; nor any so cunning a Knave, as not to have the Weakness sometimes to play the Fool.”

“America has never been an empire. We may be the only great power in history that had the chance, and refused — preferring greatness to power and justice to glory.”

“And therfore, at the kynges court, my brother,
Ech man for hymself, ther is noon other.”

“I gotta pee, man.”

“[N]othing is worthwhile on this unhappy earth except the fulfilment of a man's desire.”

“Artemis Fowl will never be secondary."

"I thought you were Artemis Fowl the Second?" said Holly.”

“The temple is holy because it is not for sale.”

“He hath the sor which no man heleth,
The which is cleped lack of herte.”

“Praie and shifte eche one for him selfe, as he can.
Euery man for him selfe, and god for us all.”