Like the grasses showing tender faces to each other, thus should we do, for this was the wish of the Grandfathers of the World.

My friend, I am going to tell you the story of my life, as you wish; and if it were only the story of my life I think I would not tell it; for what is one man that he should make much of his winters, even when they bend him like a heavy snow?

Hear me, four quarters of the world-a relative I am! Give me the strength to walk the soft earth, a relative to all that is! Give me the eyes to see and the strength to understand, that I may be like you. With your power only can I face the winds.

They told me I had been sick twelve days, lying like dead all the while, and that Whirlwind Chaser, who was Standing Bear's uncle and a medicine man, had brought me back to life.

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

One should pay attention to even the smallest crawling creature for these too may have a valuable lesson to teach us.

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