I cured with the power that came through me.

The song and the drumming were like this: Behold, a sacred voice is calling you; All over the sky a sacred voice is calling.

All things are our relatives; what we do to everything, we do to ourselves. All is really One.

Crazy Horse dreamed and went into the world where there is nothing but the spirits of things. That is the real world that is behind this one, and everything we see here is something like a shadow from that world.... It was this vision that gave him his great power, for when he went into a fight, he had only to think of that world to be in it again, so that he could go through anything and not be hurt

It may be that some little root of the sacred tree still lives. Nourish it then, that it may leaf and bloom and fill with singing birds.

When I got back to my father and mother and was sitting up there in our tepee, my face was still all puffed and my legs and arms were badly swollen; but I felt good all over and wanted to get right up and run around.

It is in the darkness of their eyes that men lose their way.