The Eagle Has Landed.

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.

In Flying, The Probability Of Survival Is Inversely Proportional To The Angle Of Arrival.

Start At The End And Work Back.

I Put Up My Thumb And It Blotted Out The Planet Earth.

I Believe That Every Human Has A Finite Number Of Heartbeats. I Don't Intend To Waste Any Of Mine Running Around Doing Exercises.