“Houston, Tranquillity Base here. The Eagle has landed.”

I guess we all like to be recognized not for one piece of fireworks but for the ledger of our daily work.

Now and then I miss the excitement about being in the cockpit of an airplane and doing new things.

Mystery creates wonder and wonder is the basis of man’s desire to understand.

Yeah, I wasn’t chosen to be first. I was just chosen to command that flight. Circumstance put me in that particular role. That wasn’t planned by anyone.

It’s a strange, eerie sensation to fly a lunar landing trajectory not difficult, but somewhat complex and unforgiving.

As I stepped on the moon, I looked around, dazed magnificent. The vast, sandy silver surface was almost illusory.

Here men from the planet Earth first set foot upon the Moon. July 1969 AD. We came in peace for all mankind.

I was elated, ecstatic and extremely surprised that we were successful.

It doesn’t sound like there was time for the word on moon.

I believe that every human has a finite number of heartbeats. I don’t intend to waste any of mine running around doing exercises.

I fully expected that, by the end of the century, we would have achieved substantially more than we actually did.

Opportunities will be available to you that you cannot imagine.

The important achievement of Apollo was demonstrating that humanity is not forever chained to this planet, and our visions go rather further than that, and our opportunities are unlimited.

He did it alone. We had a cast of a million.

No matter when you had been to this spot before, a thousand years ago or a hundred thousand years ago, or if you came back to it a million years from now, you would see some different things each time, but the scene would be generally the same.

Research is creating new knowledge.

The caged eagle become a metaphor for all forms of isolation, the ultimate in imprisonment. A zoo is prison.

If you want to fly with the eagles, don’t swim with the ducks!

God is more eager to answer than we are to ask.

Shoot eagles on the Jack Nicklaus course, Porsche with the triple exhaust, Seats soft like a midget’s cough.

“We may talk what we please,” he cries in his enthusiasm for the oldest of the arts, “of lilies, and lions rampant, and spread eagles

Fool that I was, upon my eagle’s wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.

September 11, 2001: Citizens of the U.S., besieged by terror’s sting, rose up, weeping glory, as if on eagles’ wings.–from the poem Angel of Remembrance: Candles for September 11, 2001

I was born by God’s dear grace, in an extraordinary place. Where the stars and stripes, and the eagle fly.