“Geologists have a saying – rocks remember.”

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.

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.

The view of the moon that we’ve been having recently is really spectacular.

It’s a brilliant surface in that sunlight. The horizon seems quite close to you because the curvature is so much more pronounced than here on earth. It’s an interesting place to be. I recommend it.

Ever since I was a little boy, I dreamed I would do something important in aviation.

Well, I think we tried very hard not to be overconfident, because when you get overconfident, that’s when something snaps up and bites you.

No one would remember the Good Samaritan if he’d only had good intentions; he had money as well.

There are a hundred things she has tried to chase away the things she won’t remember and that she can’t even let herself think about because that’s when the birds scream and the worms crawl and somewhere in her mind it’s always raining a slow and endless drizzle.

So far as I can remember there is not one word in the gospels in praise of intelligence.

You remember the past not so that it is “accurately recorded,” to say it again, but so that you are prepared for the future.

Remember what Simonides said, that he never repented that he had held his tongue, but often that he had spoken.

When you live for others’ opinions, you are dead. I don’t want to live thinking about how I’ll be remembered.

On the days that I drown deep in the rain, I must remember that it, too, will help me grow closer to the sun.

I decide that my vulnerability is my strength I remember to not forget.