But if the Vision was true and mighty, as I know, it is true and mighty yet;for such things are of Spirit, and it is in the darkness of their eyes that men get lost.

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

I did not know then how much was ended. When I look back now from this high hill of my old age, I can still see the butchered women and children lying heaped and scattered all along the crooked gulch as plain as when I saw them with eyes still young. And I can see that something else died there in the bloody mud, and was buried in the blizzard. A people's dream died there. It was a beautiful dream.

There can never be peace between nations until there is first known that true peace which is within the souls of men.

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

The Holy Land is everywhere.

Give me strength to walk the soft earth, a relative to all that is.