“I can honestly say – and it’s a big surprise to me – that I have never had a dream about being on the moon.”

I believe that the message of Apollo XI was that in the spirit of Apollo, a free and open spirit, you can attack a very difficult goal and achieve it, if you can all agree and work together to achieve that goal.

Houston, Tranquillity Base here. The Eagle has landed.

In much of society, research means to investigate something you do not know or understand.

A picture does a great job, but it’s not nearly like being there.

This blowing dust became increasingly thicker. It was very much like landing in a fast moving ground fog.

I only go in a small fraction of an inch, maybe an eighth of an inch, but I can see the footprints of my boots and the treads in the fine sandy particles.

You’ve got to expect things are going to go wrong. And we always need to prepare ourselves for handling the unexpected.

The regret on our side is, they used to say years ago, we are reading about you in science class. Now they say, we are reading about you in history class.

It suddenly struck me that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn’t feel like a giant. I felt very, very small.

Geologists have a saying – rocks remember.

Space has not changed but technology has, in many cases, improved dramatically.

It’s a great thing for a man to walk on the moon. But it’s a greater thing for God to walk on the earth.

I tell you, we’re going to be busy for a minute.

Pilots take no special joy in walking: pilots like flying.

History will remember the twentieth century for two technological developments: atomic energy and space flight.

The importance of the new plant of progress and in the fruits it will bear.

Attitude keeps me going or cripples my progress. It alone fuels my fire or assaults my hopes. When my attitudes are right, there is no barrier too high, no valley too deep, no dream too extreme, no challenge too great for me.

Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect.

Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest.

Everything that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear.

A dream becomes a reality as a result of your actions, and your actions are controlled, to a large extent, by your habits.

Dreamers are good. But if those dreams are not given a direction they mean nothing.

Is there another Life? Shall I awake and find all this a dream? There must be we cannot be created for this sort of suffering.

Encouragement is awesome. Think about it. It has the capacity to lift a man’s or a woman’s shoulders. To breathe fresh air into the fading embers of a smoldering dream. To actually change the course of another human being’s day, week, or life.