Any man who is attached to things of this world is one who lives in ignorance and is being consumed by the snakes of his own passions

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.

It is hard to follow one great vision in this world of darkness and of many changing shadows. Among those men get lost.

Now suddenly there was nothing but a world of cloud, and we three were there alone in the middle of a great white plain with snowy hills and mountains staring at us; and it was very still; but there were whispers.

I was four years old then, and I think it must have been the next summer that I first heard the voices.

Peace will come to the hearts of men when they realize their oneness with the universe, It is every where.

The power of the world always works in circles.