If You Want Poets In Space, You'll

Going To Mars Would Evolve Humankind Into A Two-planet Species.

Mars Is There, Waiting To Be Reached.

I Expected The Unexpected And Went [on The Moon] With An Open Mind. I Think The Visual Scene Was Described By My Words On First Landing - "magnificent Desolation." Magnificent For The Achievement Of Being There, And Desolate For The Eons Of Lifelessness.

Do We Really Need These Big, Gigantic, Heavy Rockets? What If We Launch A Rocket That's Empty, And Its Sole Purpose Is To Act As A Source Of Fuel On The Moon? Who Should Build That? Well, I Think The U.s. Should Build That.

I Want To Keep On The Move, Keep Stimulated And Challenged.