And I saw that the sacred hoop of my people as one of many hoops that made one circle.

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.

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.

The power of the world always works in circles.

The power of a thing or an act is in the meaning and the understanding.

You remember that my great vision came to me when I was only nine years old, and you have seen that I was not much good for anything until after I had performed the horse dance near the mouth of the Tongue River during my eighteenth summer.

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