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

Birds make their nest in circles, for theirs is the same religion as ours.

If I thought that I was doing it myself, the hole would close up and no power could come through. Then everything I could do would be foolish.

I had a vision with which I might have saved my people, but I had not the strength to do it.

After the horse dance was over, it seemed that I was above the ground and did not touch it when I walked.

You see, I had been riding with the storm clouds, and had come to earth as rain, and it was drought that I had killed with the power that the Six Grandfathers gave me.

And I say the sacred hoop of my people was one of the many hoops that made one circle, wide as daylight and as starlight, and in the center grew one mighty flowering tree to shelter all the children of one mother and one father.