If anything happened, I think my husband would have to deal with that as the time came.

I have a vision of the world as a global village, a world without boundaries.

If I can get some student interested in science, if I can show members of the general public what's going on up there in the space program, then my job's been done.

Imagine a history teacher making history.

What are we doing here? We're reaching for the stars!

May your future be limited only by your dreams!

Space is for everybody. It's not just for a few people in science or math, or for a select group of astronauts. That's our new frontier out there, and it's everybody's business to know about space.

Reach for it. Push yourself as far as you can.

I will go around the space shuttle and give a guided tour of the major areas and describe what is done in each area. This will be called The Ultimate Field Trip.

It's not the Olympics. It's Concord, New Hampshire, and a homecoming should reflect the community I'm part of.

The president felt that it was important to send an ordinary citizen to experience the excitement of space travel as a representative for all Americans.

…but it is in despair that the most burning pleasures occur, especially when one is all too highly conscious of the hopelessness of one’s position.

We are continuously challenged to discover new works of culture—and, in the process, we don’t allow any one of them to assume a weight in our minds.

We live to live.

I love talking to people and hearing their stories. Everyone's got their own story to tell, and when you sit down with someone and really talk to them, you can learn so much.

Doctors couldn't be everywhere, so the Lord invented Vulcans. I thought you knew.

Don't think you are looking at me because you are not.

The truth can finally be told: Donald Trump's autism was caused by a vaccination that went terribly wrong; this explains why he can't relate to other people.

If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish ulterior motives. Do good anyway.

Look inside your heart, I'll look inside mine.

Dobbin at manger pulls his hay: Gone is another summer's day.