The life of an Indian is like the wings of the air. That is why you notice the hawk knows how to get his prey. The Indian is like that. The hawk swoops down on its prey, so does the Indian. In his lament he is like an animal. For instance, the coyote is sly, so is the Indian. The eagle is the same. That is why the Indian is always feathered up, he is a relative to the wings of the air.

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

And as he spoke of understanding, I looked up and saw the rainbow leap with flames of many colors over me.

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

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

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

Let every step you take upon the earth be as a prayer.