If you strive for the moon, maybe you'll get over the fence.

The moon is essentially gray, no color. It looks like plaster of Paris, like dirty beach sand with lots of footprints in it.

Surely the President realizes that the moment a man steps foot on the moon will be a definitive one in the history of the world.

This allowed us to look at the Moon with new eyes. We haven't had ultraviolet vision before to do this.

He slept beneath the moon, he basked beneath the sun; he lived a life of going to do and died with nothing done

A ship, an isle, a sickle moon - / With few but with how splendid stars / The mirrors of the sea are strewn / Between their silver bars.