Start At The End And Work Back.

The [moon] Surface Is Fine And Powdery. I Can Kick It Up Loosely With My Toe. It Does Adhere In Fine Layers Like Powdered Charcoal To The Sole And Sides Of My Boots. 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.

Society’s Future Will Depend On A Continuous Improvement Program For The Human Character. And What Will That Future Bring? I Do Not Know, But It Will Be Exciting.

Pilots Take No Special Joy In Walking: Pilots Like Flying.

I Believe That The Good Lord Gave Us A Finite Number Of Heartbeats And I'm Damned If I'm Going To Use Up Mine Running Up And Down A Street.

Here Men From The Planet Earth First Set Foot Upon The Moon. July 1969 Ad. We Came In Peace For All Mankind.