For my confirmation, I didn't get a watch and my first pair of long pants, like most Lutheran boys. I got a telescope. My mother thought it would make the best gift.
Our sun is one of 100 billion stars in our galaxy. Our galaxy is one of billions of galaxies populating the universe. It would be the height of presumption to think that we are the only living beings in that enormous immensity.
Research is what I'm doing when I don't know what I'm doing.
Don't tell me that man doesn't belong out there. Man belongs wherever he wants to go -- and he'll do plenty well when he gets there.
There is just one thing I can promise you about the outer-space program -- your tax-dollar will go further.
It will free man from his remaining chains, the chains of gravity which still tie him to this planet. It will open to him the gates of heaven.